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Midnight Bayou

Midnight Bayou

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Autoren: Nora Roberts
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The rage that lived under the numbness of his grief leaped out. He gripped Claudine’s arms, hauled her to her toes. Part of him, some dark, secret part, wanted to pound his fists into her face. Erase it for its connection to Abigail, and his own drowning despair. “Where is she?”
    “Dead!” She shouted it, and her voice rang in the warm, sticky air. “They killed her. Death is the only way she would leave you and Rosie.”
    He shoved her aside, staggered away to lean against the trunk of a live oak. “That’s just another madness.”
    “I tell you I know it. I feel it. I’ve had dreams.”
    “So did I.” Tears stung his eyes, turned the light watery. “So did I have dreams.”
    “Lucian, you must listen. I was there that night. She came to the nursery to tend the baby. I’ve known Abby since we were babies ourselves. There was nothing in her but love for you and Marie Rose. I should never have left the Hall that night.” Claudine crossed her hands over her breast, as if to hold together the two halves of her broken heart. “The rest of my life I’ll beg her forgiveness for not being there.”
    “She took clothes, jewelry. My mother is right.” He firmed his lips on what he believed was an act of strength, but was only his weakened faith. “I have to accept.”
    “Your mama hated Abby. She kicked me out the next day. She’s afraid to keep me in the house, afraid I might find out—”
    He whirled around, his face so contorted with fury, Claudine stepped away. “You want me to believe my mother somehow killed my wife, then disguised the crime, the sin, the horror, by making it appear Abby ran away?”
    “I don’t know what happened. But I know Abby didn’t leave. Mama Rouse, she went to Evangeline.”
    Lucian waved a hand, turned away again. “Voodoo nonsense.”
    “Evangeline’s got power. She said there was blood, and pain, and fear. And a dark, dark sin. Death, she said, and a watery grave. She said you got two halves, and one is black as a cave in hell.”
    “I killed her then? I came home in the night and murdered my wife?”
    “Two halves, Lucian, that shared one womb. Look to your brother.”
    The chill stabbed through him, bringing a raw sickness to the belly, a vile roaring in his head. “I won’t listen to any more of this. Go home, Claudine. Keep away from the Hall.”
    He dug into his pocket, took out the watch pin, pressed it into Claudine’s hand. “Take this, keep it for the child.” He could no longer call her by name. “She should have something that was her mother’s.”
    He stared down, grieving, at the symbol in her hand. Time had stopped for Abigail.
    “You kill her again by not believing in her.”
    “Stay away from me.” He staggered away, toward Manet Hall, toward his chosen hell. “Stay away.”
    “You know!” Claudine shouted after him. “You know she was true.”
    Clutching the watch to her breast, Claudine vowed to pass it, and the truth, along to Abigail’s daughter.
    Manet Hall
    February 2002
    From his gallery, Declan watched the day come to life. Dawn was a rosy blush on the eastern sky, with hints of mauve, like sleepy bruises, just beneath. The air was warming. He could feel the rise of it almost every day. It wasn’t yet March, but winter was bowing out.
    The gardens that a month before had been a sorrowful wreck showed hints of their former grandeur. Strangling vines, invasive weeds, deadwood and broken bricks had been hauled away, revealing foot by foot the wandering paths, the shrubs, even the bulbs and plants that had been too stubborn to die away.
    An old iron arbor was wild with what the Franks told him was wisteria, and there was an island of massive azaleas that showed the beginning of hopeful buds.
    He had magnolia, crape myrtle, camellia, jasmine. He’d written down everything he could remember the Franks reeled off in their lazy voices. When he’d described the vine he imagined on the corner columns, they’d told him what he wanted was morning glory.
    He liked the sound of it. Mornings here were full of glory.
    He thought his body was adjusting to the five or six hours of disturbed sleep a night he was able to snatch. Or maybe it was just nervous energy that was fueling him.
    Something was pushing him, driving him step by stepthrough the transformation of the house that was his. Yet somehow, not only his.
    If it was Abigail hovering, she was a damn fickle female. There were times he felt utterly comfortable, totally at

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