Spanish Town, Jamaica 1805

But sir, I am owed.

"I owe you nothing." Edward Savage tore the spectacles from his angular face, his hazel eyes flashing. "Be gone from my house. You have no business here."

You owe me a debt. I wish to have it paid.

"She is only nineteen-"

And how old was her mother when I saved her miserable, mortal life?

Edward lifted a candelabra into the air, threatening to strike out with it. "She has one more year."

I am aware of that.

"Then why are you here?"

It has been fifteen years since we last spoke. I merely wanted to remind you that your time with your daughter is almost up.

The candelabra flew from Edward's hand as he hurled it across the room. It fell into the heavy curtains thick with dust drawn over the library windows.

Oh Edward. I do believe you will come to regret that decision, as many others you've made.

"Get out."

I don't believe I will.