Draco and Conor have pushed Cole to his limits. Will it be enough when they confront Cordelia? Cole is off to Shanghai to build his relationship with Chang, his contact in China. How will that turn out? And will Charlotte be successful in her training while she waits for his return? I would love to hear from you! Comments and gems are most appreciated! Theories are welcome!!
Charlotte POV The morning that Cole left; I didn’t want to get out of bed. I had a gripping fear that the siren would strike and take Cole away before he even made it to the ship. I had confidence that if he made it to the ship, he would be safe on the waters. As he said the night before, we had spelled the ships so that she wouldn’t find him. Cole was determined to go to Shanghai to continue our business relationship with Chang and I couldn’t find fault in that. He and the Chinaman had been doing business for years. And I knew that we couldn’t afford to mess up this relationship. Too many families depended on this contract and the money that it provided for our trading company. So, I played the dutiful wife and put on a smile and walked with him downstairs. I sat at the table and ate the breakfast that Silvia had made for us. It looked wonderful but honestly, I couldn’t tell you if it tasted as good as it looked, I could barely swallow it. Following breakfast, I made him promise t
Cordelia POV By now, they must know that Cole is here. Well, they won’t know where here is exactly. But surely, they know that he is with me. They won’t find us and I am so close to getting everything I want, if only he would give in. He has resisted my thrall and I don’t really know how he is doing it. However, it’s only a matter of time before I break through and I can make him mine. The timing is perfect. Mating with Cole will mean the possibility of a female heir with both siren and seer abilities. Oh, the possibilities. I looked down at the man sleeping beside me. He had become argumentative last night and I had to physically knock him out. I mean, really, knock him out. My thrall wasn’t working so I had to take a frying man and hit him over the head. He was so beautiful and his face held a peaceful look. I wished that he would look at me like that. I sneered as I realized that he was probably dreaming of Charlotte. Bah! That bitch! She just had to entice him while he was on th
Cole POV “Tell me again, what do I smell like?” I inhaled again, “I’ll tell you, but then we sleep. You smell like orange blossom.” She fell asleep soon after and I slowly slid her to the bed. Once she was no longer, lying on me, I quickly rose and left the room. I had an idea where the door was, and I wanted to try to find it. As I neared the kitchen, I found a door and tried to open it, but it was sealed. Probably magic. But I could hear the sea. We were near the coast. I looked around for a while longer but couldn’t find another way out. I made my way back to the bed. I lay there in the silence and thought back to the morning I left for Shanghai. Not many people were out and about as I drew nearer to the docks. I saw the sheriff leaning against a bench. So, I took a moment to speak to him, cordially inquiring about the weather and his plans for the day. He said that he was waiting for someone but didn’t elaborate and since I had to meet the ship before it left, I didn’t ask fo
Charlotte POVIt’s been two agonizing weeks since the ship returned and we learned that the bitch had kidnapped Cole. I spoke with the sheriff and he was no help. He said that because it had happened so many weeks ago, the trail would most likely be cold. I knew he was right, but it didn’t change my frustration.I walked the shoreline every day, trying to figure out where she would have kept him. Being a siren, I knew that she would probably be near the water. But the coastline was long and she could truly have him anywhere.As usual, everyone was at my house for supper. We were recounting our search efforts and not making any progress. Silvia was sitting next to me and she put her arm around my shoulder in comfort. It was strange, this woman was old enough to be my grandmother six or seven times removed, but she felt more like a big sister. I tilted my head and leaned against her, my brain exhausted from searching and worrying about Cole.Had the siren been successful? I didn’t think
Spring 1875 Charlotte POV It’s been almost five years since the curse was lifted. So much has changed, but so much has stayed the same. The shipping company continues to grow as we added several more ships to the fleet, both here in San Francisco and also in the Caribbean. Alex continues to run the New Orleans shipyard and has done quite well for himself. Recently he has been courting a young lady that he met at the boarding house. Mama Sheffield continues to take in orphans and young ladies who are running from something. She shows them the same love and security that she gave to each of us. It’s in her nature to provide that and she does it so well. She still takes on temporary boarders, ladies who are just passing through. The mail order bride business is still growing strong, with miners and cowboys settling the ‘wild wild west’. Women are still scarce west of the Mississippi and Mama Sheffield does her best to help. Shortly after his rescue, Cole wrote a letter to Chang, apolo
PrologueJanuary 1866Charlotte POVTaking a walk by the seashore this morning brings about a happy feeling in my soul. Looking out over the water, I can see forever. Or at least it seems like it. There is no end to the water. It goes on and on. I watch as the waves rise and fall, lapping quietly against my feet. This is bliss.As I watch the water glide over the sand to my feet, I realize that my hand is not empty. I am holding the hand of another. A strong hand, with long narrow fingers. A hand that I can tell embodies strength. My eyes slide from the hand up the lean but muscled arm which is attached to a shirtless torso that is drool worthy. While not overly muscular, the torso is firm and lean. A torso that is no stranger to hard work.
1845Matilda Sheffield POVIt’s been five years since my William died and I miss him more every day. He was a handsome man with curly blonde hair that fell into his eyes. He tried so hard to tame his hair but no matter what he did, it refused to stay in place. One of my most favorite things to do was to tousle his hair as I walked past him. He would pause in his work and glance up at me, his pale blue eyes shining with love.We had been married just three years when influenza swept through the town. My William was determined to help as many as he could. He didn’t have a medical degree, but he knew a little something about sickness. He was the second oldest of eight children with a widowed mother. His older brother had married and was living in Bartonville with his wife.At the age of seventeen, he became an orphan when his mother passed a
1850Charlotte POV (age 8)Today was going to be a good day, I could feel it. I don’t know how I knew, but I just did. Like so many things. I knew when it would rain and when it would freeze for the first time each year. I knew when another kid would be moving into the house with us. I’ve learned to keep it to myself though.I remember a couple years ago when I was six, I had told Mama Sheffield that a little boy was going to need her help. I told her that the sheriff would be bringing him to the house that day. I cried as I told her the boy had a black mark on his face and he was very hungry. She hugged me tightly and told me not to worry, that she would take care of any little child who needed her help.Later that day, the sheriff showed up with a boy a couple years old than me in his arms. The boy was hurting so badly that he couldn&rs