Debra Webb - Motive - Secret Baby

Unseeing eyes peered up at him. Anguish tore at Nicholas’s soul.

“No!” The scream echoed around him. The flames crept closer. Nicholas didn’t care. His grandfather was dead and it was his fault.

“No. No. No.” Desperate, Nicholas attempted CPR. “Breathe,” he demanded between the puffs of air he forced into the unresponsive lungs.

Splitting glass screeched above the roar of the devouring blaze.

Nicholas glanced up at the lantern. The glass had shattered. He surveyed the wall of glass surrounding the watch room, then the floor where jagged shards had been spewed across it. The heat from the flames, he realized. The fire had swept a full circle around him.

He peered down at his grandfather. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I’m so sorry.”

Ice abruptly rushed through Nicholas’s veins. His gaze was drawn back to the lantern as if a voice had whispered from it. The precious gemstones suddenly glistened, reflecting the light of the savage flames. Words gleamed across the metal of the lantern’s casement—words he had never noticed before.

Fire and ice…life and death…look into your heart.

Confusion and misery made Nicholas’s head spin.

He had killed his grandfather…destroyed the lighthouse…he was responsible…all of this was his fault.

Now is not the time to give up…there is still hope .

A force Nicholas could not name drew him to his feet…drew him to the lantern.

I pray the hollows my soul to keep .

Nicholas could almost hear his grandfather’s voice reciting the silly childhood prayer….

His grandfather lay still, unmoving on the floor.

This didn’t make sense. Nicholas was delusional. Did one lose his mind in those final moments before death claimed him?

Now I lay me down to sleep .

“Stop!” Nicholas put his hands over his ears. This couldn’t be real.

I pray the hollows my soul to keep .

A frantic cry from far below snapped Nicholas from the baffling trance he’d slipped into. He coughed. Smoke had invaded deep into his lungs.

Another desperate cry.

Camille .

She shouted his name from the ground below.

If she tried to come up the stairs after him…too dangerous.

He would not be responsible for her death as well.

Summoning the courage that had deserted him in his misery, he shouted, “Get help!” Nicholas rushed back to where his grandfather lay and hefted him into his arms. He tried to dart through the flames to reach the stairs, but it was impossible. The entire upper portion of the staircase was swallowed up by the devouring blaze.

Defeat sucked at Nicholas’s trembling limbs. There was no escape.

He was going to die.

Nicholas peered down at his beloved grandfather.

This was Nicholas’s fault. He deserved to die.

And Raven’s Cliff will die with you .

He jerked with a start at the words.

Where had that voice come from?

He turned all the way around. The fire had trapped him. Yet, there was no one else, except his grandfather, who could have spoken to him.

Nicholas shook his head. He was hearing things again. His jaw hardened as sweat ran down his bare skin. You deserve to die , he reminded himself and the voice.

Yes, he deserved no better than this.

Cradling his grandfather, Nicholas dropped to his knees to await his fate.

He heard the voice again. The riddle is the key to salvation…to reversing the curse .

Nicholas closed his eyes and shook his head. The heat…had to be the heat. He was going to die. He was imagining the voice. He didn’t believe in the curse. He didn’t believe in anything.

If you die…Raven’s Cliff will die, too .

What the hell? Nicholas forced his eyes open and demanded, “Who are you?”

Salvation lies inside you…find it and you will stop the curse and save Raven’s Cliff .

The curse . Fury roared through Nicholas like a clawing beast. His entire life had been focused on his own selfish desires. He’d put what he considered foolish tales about the curse aside. Had laughed at his grandfather’s insistence that it was real.

Now it was too late. The curse he had scoffed at was happening. Would be his legacy. Every single detail his grandfather had repeated to him time and again filtered through his churning thoughts.

Raven’s Cliff would die just as his grandfather had…because of him.

Salvation lies inside you.… The words echoed inside Nicholas’s head.

His attention rested on his grandfather once more. For his entire life Nicholas had been taught that Raven’s Cliff’s future lay with him. For the first time he understood with complete certainty that his grandfather’s warnings were true.

But it was too late.…

No. Determination detonated inside him. He had to do something. To repair the damage he had done.

He surveyed the fate closing in on him.

But there was no escape.

Still, he had to try.

Eyes clenched, Nicholas kissed his grandfather’s forehead before gently lowering him to the floor once more.

“I won’t let you down again,” he murmured to the man who had been his only real father.

Nicholas pushed unsteadily to his feet, slowly turned all the way around. The fire stood like a wall between him and any means of escape.

All hope will die with you , the voice urged. Act! Act now!

He had to do something.

Now .

But how?

Realization settled over him.

There was only one way to escape this fate.

Mentally picturing the churning waters below, Nicholas angled his body and dashed forward into the flames. He cried out as the heat charred his flesh. With an adrenaline charge providing the necessary strength, he propelled himself beyond what remained of the shattered glass wall.

Rain pelted his burning skin.

Nicholas felt himself plummeting against the buffeting wind of the coming storm.

Camille’s frantic cry echoed in his ears.

And then the hungry sea swallowed him.

Chapter One

Five years later …

A beast.

Nicholas Sterling III stared at his reflection in the window a moment longer before yanking the rotting drapes closed.

There wasn’t a single viable mirror in the cottage. He’d rendered each useless with black spray paint.

Useless…like his life.

The occasional glimpse he caught of himself in a window reminded him of what he was.

Of what the villagers saw when they looked at him.

Of what she would see….

That was why he hadn’t attempted to see Camille again since she’d regained consciousness in the hospital. As long as she’d remained in a coma he’d sat by her bed for hours each night after her family had gone home. Chief Swanson had ordered his deputies to leave Nicholas be when he appeared late at night to sit with her. Twenty-four-hour security outside Camille’s hospital room had been necessary despite the fact that Raven’s Cliff’s troubles appeared to be over.

All but one.

Nicholas had not been able to take control of his family’s estate as of yet. Beacon Manor sat empty now that the Monroe family had realized the property could not be legally sold to them. But to assume control of what was rightfully his, Nicholas would be forced to reveal his identity. So far only a select few knew who he was. Chief Swanson and one of his detectives, Andrei Lagios, and Camille. She had been in a coma until recently and represented no threat to Nicholas. The others aware of his true identity had agreed that Raven’s Cliff needed time to recover before facing another shock. And the revelation that Nicholas Sterling III not only lived but was back in town would not be welcome news, particularly on the heels of such devastation. First the poisoned fish, then a thwarted terrorist attack, not to mention a serial killer. The village was weary of tragedy.