Nick paced the guest house porch. It was a week since he’d been kicked out of Alison’s house and she’d yet to speak to him, let alone allow him near her. He’d spent his days in the garden and maintaining the grounds, but the pouring rain forced him to take time off. He had a few things he could tend to inside the main house, but not if he couldn’t get past the door. He could force his way in or even use the key he had, but it would only push Alison further away.
He couldn’t explain why he just stood and stared at the scene before him when he found Martin and Alfred with Vanessa. He’d given it a lot of thought. The only thing he could come up with was that he was in shock. He knew Martin to be a bit of a player when it came to women. Alfred could be rather promiscuous as well. They may have even participated in a few ménage à trois in their long lifetimes. They were, a
Vanessa inhaled the heady fragrance coming from the rich, dark roses that she hugged to her chest while closing the door. Setting the box on the large round accent table that graced the center of the foyer, a smile brightened her face and hope embraced her heart as she searched for the card that would divulge the sender. When her trembling fingers finally pulled the card from the small envelope, the smile disappeared. “I thought maybe they’d be from Martin.”Alison snatched the card from Vanessa’s fingers and read it. PLEASE FORGIVE MY DELAY IN SENDING THESE. EVEN MORE SO, PLEASE FORGIVE THE REASON THEY NEEDED TO BE SENT. I BEG YOU LET ME EXPLAIN. ALFRED JACKSONHer brows knit together. “Explain what? Explain why he and his cousin behaved like depraved animals while Nick stood by and watched?”Vanessa went into the living room and fell into a nearby club chair. &ldquo
Shadow walkers have the ability to see in the dark far easier than a mundane can. Even so, they don’t have supernatural vision like the heroes of folklore and fairy tales. Shadow walkers have a strength superior to most mundanes, but, again, it isn’t super hero strength. Their hearing is better than a mundane’s hearing, but it couldn’t be called supernatural. These were facts that Nick lamented over while he sat in darkness that could only be described as pitch black.Had he not been bound with his hands behind his back for so long that he’d lost circulation in them and could barely feel their presence, he’d have felt his environment to help assess his whereabouts. The air was damp and the surface a cold stone, which led him to believe he was in a basement. He recalled the basement he and his friends rescued Martin from not that long ago. He wondered if it was the same group of shadow walker hunters who’d
Alison pulled the door open with the enthusiasm of a child knowing a present awaited her on the other side. It was day number five of flower deliveries for both herself and Vanessa. As if Alfred had somehow been a fly on the wall during their conversation about receiving flowers, Vanessa’s remained roses, with only their color altering, while Alison received a variance of bouquets. Each one bigger and better than the one before it.She carried the flowers into the kitchen, set them down on the counter, and went to the butler’s pantry to rummage for more vases. “I wonder how long he’s going to keep this up. We’re running out of vases.”Vanessa leaned her elbow on the counter while she fondled the velvety pink rose buds. “As far as I’m concerned, he need never stop. I’ll just go buy more vases.”“The house smells really good,” Alison said with a gleam in her eye.&
The restaurant was in a part of the city that they’d never been to, making it a little tougher to find than they’d expected. Even so, their moods were light when the host led them to their table and the waiter took their order.Although her inheritance made her disgustingly rich, Alison never let the wealth alter who she was or how she lived. She seldom did something that allowed her to remember and enjoy the fact she could do pretty much whatever she wanted. This dinner would be an exception. She ordered their best bottle of wine and insisted that Vanessa not so much as peek at the prices. She was to order whatever she wanted without a thought to the cost.They both started with a caprese salad with pesto and a Panzanella. Vanessa ordered her much coveted chicken marsala while Alison decided to try the wild garlic and ricotta ravioli with lamb soup. For dessert, they ordered panna cotta with raspberry coulis
The cool, moist glass felt refreshing as Nick rested his forehead against the window pane. He’d been moved from the dank and dark underground cell to a prison on the open sea a few days earlier. It required minimal guards to move him, since the loss of circulation from being tied for so long rendered his limbs practically useless. He was only now getting full use of them back. Anticipating the return of his strength, his captor allowed him freedom for one night, but then shacked both a wrist and an ankle the following morning.Although he still hadn’t met his captor, he suspected it was a shadow walker up to no good. He’d strained his memory, trying to think who he might have angered enough to do such a dastardly thing to him, but could come up with no one.He’d lost track of the amount of time he’d been held captive, but from the shape and position of the moon, he knew it was approaching one month. 
Alfred drummed his fingers on the top of the kitchen table while he waited for Vanessa to serve him the morning cup of coffee she insisted on preparing. Normally, he’d find her incessant flirting amusing, but with so much riding on his success with Alison, her friend was rapidly becoming a nuisance that he couldn’t afford to have. Heloise’s frantic phone call telling him that Nick guessed his kidnappers were shadow walkers billowed the embers of his determination into enormous flames. Time was of the essence.He also needed to speed things along with Alison. He was making progress, but not nearly fast enough. He’d managed to get her to kiss him the night before, only to be told how guilty she felt because Vanessa liked him too. Since he’d already had sex with Vanessa -never mind the circumstances behind that sex- she felt she was wronging her friend by allowing anything to happen between them.He’d
Alison was sitting at the kitchen table when Alfred entered. She responded to his bright smile with one of her own. “Have you seen Vanessa this morning?”Remembering a conversation that he’d eavesdropped on via the hidden camera, he said, “She mentioned that she’d planned on going back to school. Her car is gone. Maybe she’s enrolling?” He walked to the coffee pot. “Do you mind if I have some? My coffee maker is on the blink.”“Please, help yourself,” Alison said, while scowling in thought as she struggled to remember that fact. “When did she say this?”“Yesterday,” he said with his back to her as he calmly placed a few drops from the vile Ocilian gave him into the remnants of the pot of rich, dark java. He carried the pot over to her and replenished her cup without asking. She smiled her thanks as she added more cream and the
Martin wore a look of surprise when Alfred answered Alison’s front door. “Fancy seeing you here. What miracle occurred to get you back into this house?”“Flowers,” Alfred said over his shoulder as he walked back into the kitchen. “I’ve got cookies that need to come out of the oven.”Martin followed him into the kitchen and looked around. The table was laden with freshly baked oatmeal and chocolate chip cookies. He inhaled their tantalizing aroma while reaching for a generously sized oatmeal with raisons. He took a bite and hummed his appreciation when the delicious flavors burst forth from its soft center. “I’m confused.”“Really?” Alfred said as he removed a batch of hot cookies from the baking sheet. “Why so?”“How are you here?” Martin asked. “Why are you here? Where’s Nick? Where’