ProserpinaWhen I returned, there was a mini celebration of sorts.The kids had persuaded Camille to help them to put up a small tent in the garden and were camping on the grounds.I sighed as I saw them; my twins looked so happy. Claude was also with them, whooping and shouting as they ran around the makeshift tent, screaming. Claude pummelled his fists on poor Paddy; I had noticed that he had a tendency to hurt poor Paddy who took it cheerfully, with a goofy grin on his face. On more than one occasion, I had had to intervene and prevent my young son from hurting the child who was autistic and who never retaliated.Of course, the twins stopped him when they saw it but being young kids themselves, they were not going to be vigilant the way I remained.Rachel had gone off to town to meet some acquaintances. She had left a message saying she would be back the next afternoon. She had called me to check if I was alright, to make sure I did not need her with me.*My army of helpers bustle
ProserpinaThe darkness of the night surrounded me. I sat on the seat near the window, my knees drawn up, resting my chin on them, arms wound around my legs, staring into the darkness of the lawn below. From somewhere in the distance, I hear the sound of an owl, lonely and sombre, breaking the silence of the night. It must be around 2 a.m, I thought wearily, running my hand through my hair, undoing my heavy braid and untangling the knots absently.On the music system beside me, I was playing my favourite music by David Lanz, the composer and pianist. Sometimes when I was upset, I would play it and doze off on the recliner here by the window, a sense of peace washing over me, lulling me to rest.But tonight, my mind was working overtime.Peace was elusive. All I could think of was Lucien. And somehow, I knew, being as attuned to him as I was, I knew he was in trouble.*I had come awake a while ago, not long after I had drifted off into a tired sleep, my children beside me. Despite hav
LucienThe snow was falling heavily now, it was on the way to becoming a blizzard. The only sound was the howling of the wind in the trees, apart, of course, from the sound of Lucien and Dmitri grunting and gasping as they fought to the last.They rolled in the snow, totally oblivious to the extreme, bitter cold, the driving wind, harsh against their cheeks, and the storm pelting them with shards of ice. Lucien felt his hands slipping, wet with snow and blood…his blood and that of the man beneath him, who was struggling to stay alive. He punched the man again, relishing the screams the man was stifling as his cheekbone shattered.And then suddenly, as though from a great distance, he heard Schwartz bellowing frantically.“DELANO!!! Watch out, BOSS!!!”Lucien turned, and saw the boy bearing down on them, the one who had been with Dmitri. He had managed to rear up on his feet and now stood, swaying, clutching a massive rock in his hands. Schwartz was a little way off, his sniper arm use
ProserpinaWhen I came back to the world of the living, it was bright and sunny outside. I was in my room and the cool air of the air conditioner swirled around me. For a minute, I was blindsided. What was I doing in bed in the middle of the morning, I thought bemusedly.I sat up, puzzled.Why was I in bed? I needed to be with the kids…My thoughts trailed off as reality and my memory of the previous day’s events slammed into me, like a hard fist.Raising a shaking hand to my mouth, I made a gasping, sobbing sound as I recalled Beston’s words.*“Are you awake?’ It was Rachel. She was huddled on the large couch in a corner of the room and she looked beaten, as she watched me. The door opened and Danielle stormed in. Danielle did not do slow and graceful. She was like a tornado, sweeping in, regardless of the destruction she caused in her wake.“ Is she asleep?’ she barked at Rachel who stood up, glaring daggers at her.Both of them seemed to have taken an instant dislike to each othe
ProserpinaI sat in the room, my breath coming fast as Beston looked around helplessly.‘You do not understand, Ma’am,’ he began pleading with me but I was like a woman on a mission, self-righteousness in my voice as I said peremptorily,“No, Beston. Do YOU understand?’ I hissed fiercely, taking a step towards him.Swallowing with difficulty, I went on, sticking out my chin,“My husband is alive. I will only believe otherwise when I know his body has been found.’ He gaped at me, a gesture that was totally out of sync with the head of Security at our estate, a man who took decisions based on his judgment, and who worshipped Lucien St. Claire. Who could not believe that I was accusing him of fooling me.Clenching my fists, and breathing hard, I stood before him,. Beston was a big man, he easily dwarfed me but on this occasion, I was much more formidable.Meeting his eyes, I gritted my teeth and said, in a low voice,‘I want to go to this town you speak of. In Slovakia. I want to find my
ProserpinaI sat in the seat, stiff and tense. Was I doing the right thing? I asked myself over and over again. The thought of my family, my children who I had left behind, Ria clutching my jacket, trying not to cry as was Piers. The twins had tried to put up a brave front before me but I knew they were worried.After all that they had heard and seen, everything they had been through at such a young age, my heart went out to them. They had undergone so much…And yet, I thought with more than a little sorrow tinged with pride, and yet, they continued to put up a brave front.*I thought back to something that a monk had mentioned in a discourse at Bhutan once, long, long ago.‘Steel is created by placing iron in the fire and making it white-hot,’ the old man had said, smiling gently at his rapt audience.‘So also, ‘he had gone on, his small, frail figure swathed in the crimson robes, small eyes twinkling in mischief, “we humans have to go through unspeakable pain before we become stron
ProserpinaThe flight touched down in a white world. It had been snowing all night and in the morning, the world outside my aircraft window appeared to be entirely draped in white. Tugging on my faux fur-lined gloves, I huddled into my heavy coat and stepped out after thanking the crew. Phillippe was beside me, his stance that of a fighter, wary and alert. As we descended the stairs carefully, I saw the man who had come to collect me.Siek Toth.Beston had given me the brief details before we embarked on our epic journey.Toth was a warlord and an arms dealer in the East European region. And Beston had also warned me gently to be careful when I spoke to the man. He was loyal to Lucien and they had been doing business for years. But being a traditional, conservative type of man, he had not been happy to learn that Lucien’s wife was dashing halfway across the globe to search for her missing husband. Siek Toth subscribed to the view that I, as a mourning widow, should have taken to bed,
LucienWhen he came awake next, he waited for his eyes to get accustomed to the gloom.Where was his woman? He thought with a frown, missing the clean, fresh smell of her body, her warmth, her soft body curled against him, ready for him…With a start, he comprehended that he was in a totally unfamiliar place.He was in a room; a small room and it was the smell that hit him. Unwashed clothing and human bodies. He scowled. Where in the f*ck was he?*Gradually the memories resurfaced.The last thing he remembered was the snow. Slowly, as he lay there, he began to remember snippets of what had happened. His quest to find Dmitri Rudenko. Leaving his woman and children behind as he headed for this remote little town in Slovakia.His lips twisted in a grimace. When he thought of his wife, he longed to hold her soft, pliant body in his arms, to crush those sweet lips and take what she offered him, so sweetly.*But it had not been as easy as he had imagined it would be. The wily Dmitri R