My tea never came. The crystal clock chimed and I realized that I’d been in the sitting room for an hour.

I opened every drawer of the desk and found Serena's correspondence and bills. She clearly bought expensive jewels for the wife of a writer, and the house was huge. Most authors I’d read about were penniless, but then Robert De Marco was a name brand, and he said himself he had a penchant for making money. I massaged my temples.

I don't know if I'd be tempted to buy a $100,000 ring. Where could I wear anything like that? I should ask my husband about his expectations. I should ask him a lot of things. I decided to quickly search his name online, but then I saw a link to over 20000 new emails. I clicked the mail button and realized this was all Serena's. I closed the mail without reading anything.

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Where was Mrs. Adams? The flight from Italy and the hours of driving through Maine had taken its toll and my energy was flagging. Tea would revive my spirits and keep me going until dinner.

Deciding to explore my new home, after some refreshment, I opened the door Mrs. Adams had left from, realizing immediately that the dark path was a service hallway. I kept one finger on the plain wooden walls as I walked cautiously forward. Dim light beckoned beneath a closed door that I guessed might be the kitchen from the smell of cooked chicken.

I overheard a masculine voice ask, “Who is she, Adams?”

I shivered, knowing that Mrs. Adams would find me if she opened the door. There was no place to hide in the narrow corridor.

"Your brother's new wife," the housekeeper answered in what I assumed was a heaping side of judgment.

Brother? Robert had a brother? I crept closer to the door. The floor squeaked. I froze and hoped no one heard me.

"He married that fast?"

He sounded shocked. Aura had warned me. Jitters made my skin jumpy.

The sound of plates being set echoed in my ear as Mrs. Adams said, "So it would seem."

"She must be one."

"I doubt it. She's rather plain compared to Serena."

"You don't have the nose for it," he said.

“True enough.”

I decided to retreat before I heard anything else that might be hurtful, but my foot hit the back wall. The sound echoed and I knew I was caught.

"Who’s there?" Ms. Adams called out.

Squaring my shoulders, I swallowed my pride and then opened the door into an adjacent room next to the kitchen that had a white table overlooking a bay window. "It's me. Daphne."

Mrs. Adams crossed her arms as she gazed down her imperious nose. "Were you spying, ma'am?"

I entered the kitchen hoping she couldn’t see my racing pulse. "I wasn't spying. I was looking for my tea."

"I will set it immediately." She motioned with her hands for me to go to the sitting room. The open window had no sash or screen. I glanced at the man outside the window who had a similar profile to Robert's though his hair was a lighter brown, more like mine. "Mrs. De Marco, this is Grayson De Marco, one of your husband's brothers."

"There are more of you?" How much more about my husband didn't I know? The question reverberated within me. None of the secrets had been horrible, but why hadn’t he told me? I should have asked more at the restaurant on our awful first date. He said his mom had abandoned him and his dad worked in Hollywood and didn’t approve of Serena. Robert hadn’t mentioned siblings, or children. "Grayson, why are you outside the window?"

Mrs. Adams footsteps sounded behind me as she left the room and I breathed easier.

"I dropped by to see my niece and nephew and then came to gossip about you.” He winked at me and I swear he wanted to laugh with me, not at me. I let my shoulders slump. He seemed nice. “Robert never mentioned a girlfriend or a wife to me."

We hadn't dated so Grayson's observation was justified. “Everything happened so fast.” At least Grayson didn't make my skin crawl, like a certain housekeeper. I uncrossed my arms and waved him in. "It's getting cold. Come inside."

"I'm not cold." He leaned against the window. A breeze rustled the pine trees behind him.

I stood near the window. "Still, don't get sick on my account."

He narrowed his gaze as if I’d said the most shocking thing. Maybe he and Robert didn’t get along? Why would family sneak around the house?

He lifted one leg to climb inside but stopped half-way. "Are you sure?"

The temperature outside felt twenty degrees colder then when I’d arrived an hour ago, not that it truly bothered me. I stepped to the side to let him through. "Yes, of course."

Once in the sitting room he righted his suit pants, took off his hat and gloves, and then extended his hand. "As Mrs. Adams said, I'm Grayson. The youngest of us is Logan."

“Three of you?” I covered my mouth with my palm.

He laughed. “Robert didn’t mention us?”

“No. He told me that your mother left him with your father.”

“Our mother left all three of us with our father.”

“Ahh.” At least he hadn’t lied. I shook Grayson’s warm fingers. While he might have a warm outer shell, the children didn’t and I worried about them at the beach. I quickly brought my hand back. "I'm Daphne. Did you see your niece and nephew? They shouldn't be outside like this."

"Samantha is like a mother wolf these days. She'll not let harm come to them."

Wolf was a strange term to describe a woman. I pursed my lips and tried to figure out how to ask why he would use that word. Perhaps I should let it go.

Mrs. Adams came in with teacups and the pot of tea which she placed on the table without a word. I closed the window and shivered. To keep myself warm, I curled my hands around my waist. Once Ms. Adams left, I let my arms fall to my sides. Grayson made himself at home, and poured us both tea. Once he was done, he offered a cup to me. "How did you meet my brother?"

The steam from the boiling water helped unleash the chill from my limbs. I took my saucer and then sat next to the table and stared at the teal walls to collect my thoughts. Grayson sat at the other end and we kept the teapot between us. I sipped my black tea and my nerves returned. "In Florence."

"He went to Italy?"

Grayson's voice pitched higher at the end. I lifted my eyebrows as I glanced at him. "You two don't talk much, do you?"

He had the same dimples as his brother, only it appeared Grayson used his more. "Is it obvious?"

My tingling spine insisted that I ask more questions. Picking up the curved handle of my teacup I asked casually, "Do you live around here?"

He motioned toward the window and I saw a path near the trees that led south. "My cabin, Broodmare, borders this but it's nothing compared to Hallimore."

"And Logan's?"

He pointed in the opposite direction, so we must be in the middle. "His home, Dumont, is also here. We are waiting to find the rest of the flight."

"Flight?” My grandmother had muttered the same word as I’d held her hand for the last time. I swallowed. “My grandmother used that word when she died. What do you mean find your flight?"

"This explains everything.” Grayson tugged his ear as his eyes widened in comprehension. Then he snapped his fingers. “You don't remember."

"Remember what?"

"I won't spoil the fun. Tell me where you grew up."

Nothing was fun about being ignorant. I had to tread carefully, but steel seemed to cement to my bones. Everyone had secret information on me that they weren’t sharing, including Robert. I had to be polite as this was my new home. I lowered my gaze and tried to be kind. "The entire town could fit inside Hallimore."

"Where is Robert?"

I needed answers. "He had the urge to write something."

Grayson stirred sugar in his cup. Then he sipped his tea though his gaze felt like he judged me. "He did?"

I massaged my neck as I stood awkwardly near my seat. "Yes. He is a writer. I thought that was normal."

He took another drink. "This past year he's struggled. He hasn’t been happy and then Serena died. Glad to hear my brother is becoming his old self again, though I think it has something to do with you."

"With me?" Unhappy? She sat down again as the weight of that statement dug into her heart. It wasn’t sunlight and roses all the time with Serena then.

"Perhaps you're his good luck charm."

He’d saved me from being all alone. I picked up a sugar cookie and bit into it. "And what is it you do, Grayson?"

"I live off our family's money.” He followed my action and took a cookie.

“Robert’s money or your father’s?”

“Our dad lives in Hollywood. We grew up here and bought all the estates on the coast. The De Marco’s money goes back much further than our father’s though. We’ve always been well off.”

Rich. I can’t imagine. “So how do you fill your day other than gossiping with Mrs. Adams?”

“Hard to imagine doing nothing I suppose.” He stole another cookie which was funny because he, like Robert, was well-built and clearly spent his day in the gym. Once he finished, he said, “I know that makes me sound like a horrible person, but I've never wanted to do anything except fight..."

Was there a local boxing club? I tried to understand and leaned forward. "Fight who?"

"Never mind."

I picked up my tea and savored the drink. Wolves, dog faces. In my dreams I sometimes saw werewolves, who were loyal to the dragons, but that was silly and nonsense. I couldn't let Grayson see how he rattled me so I changed the topic. I'd rather ask Robert anyway, even though he’d clearly kept secrets from me. I’d chosen to marry him.

I put my cup down. "You described your house as a cabin, but it has a name. Most homes don't have names. I don't see how someone who is rich lives in a cabin?"

"It's a lodge to be exact." He shrugged, finished his last sip and placed the cup on the tray. "Most of the homes around here are from the gilded age, families that made loads of money a hundred years ago. Now none of us have to do much around here during the daytime."

Things changed at night? Mrs. Adams mentioned vampires. Perhaps the whole house was on some hallucinogenic.

Grandma always said if I was in the dark, I had to cover myself so no one could find me. Growing up I had a routine to ensure all the windows and doors were locked and Grandma and I pulled all the curtains so that the house was completely dark. Even my bed had coverings so no one could ever see me. Now I wondered if there was more to the story.

I poured more tea. "Why choose Maine to live? I’ve read that the winters are harsh. Most people retire to Florida."

His eyes widened with surprise. "Do I look old enough to retire?"

He looked older than me but younger than Robert. "No, but with so much free time, Florida has better weather."

"What part of Florida are you from then? Palm Beach?"

"No. Ocala, where nothing happens."

"Sisters?"

"I don't have any relatives except a great aunt who would be nearing a hundred." His gaze fell and I swear he was disappointed.

"Too bad." He leaned forward in his chair. "Can I ask you a question?"

My muscles clenched. He’d asked plenty already. I placed the teacup in the saucer. "Sure."

"Why did you marry my brother? He's not exactly someone with kindness in his veins. He wears that scowl of his as a badge of honor."

“Robert is kind. The day we went to Pisa, he bought me an ice cream and we laughed, a lot.” My soul surged into my chest every time we were together, though technically he never bought me that ice cream as we went to the hotel. I couldn't exactly explain our bond. "You don't know your brother."

"And you do?"

“Yes.”

He stared at me with pity. I wanted to disappear and never show my face again as I trembled. What did I know, really?

"What do you see in him?" he asked.

Part of myself. I hedged on what I'd share with Grayson. I felt like my entire stomach was lined with battery acid as I thought about all the secrets. Then I remembered how Robert arranged for me to get a wedding dress and the ring on my finger was part of who I was. "Robert can be charming."

"I'd love to see that. Robert is usually so matter-of-fact about everything. It was something Serena complained about, all the time."

Serena was everywhere and in everyone's thoughts. Maybe Robert was right and we should have stayed in Italy. Voices echoed in the hallway. I jumped out of my seat and headed to the door, eager to escape. "The children must be back from the ocean. Will you join us for dinner?"

"Night is coming.” He stared down his nose at me and I stood and rubbed my arms. “It's best if I prepare. Robert will find me if he needs me."

Night sounded like a nightmare. More insinuations from the household that I didn't know what was going on. I clenched my jaw as I turned from the door. "You’ve scared me about tonight."

He headed toward the window. Strange. I pointed in the other direction. “The door is this way.”

He shrugged. “The path home is through here.”Grayson jumped out. I followed him. "Don’t be scared,” he said. “Stick with Robert and you'll learn to take flight."

I heard people in the hall. I shivered though I wasn’t cold and nodded goodbye. He bowed. "It was nice meeting you, Daphne."

I clutched the sill. "You too, Grayson."

As soon as he was out of sight, I closed and locked the window. Then I pulled the curtains tight. No one should come in from windows anymore. I prefer the doors. What happened at night? Was the nightmare Grayson hinted at the reason Serena died? Light-headed, I fought the urge to faint, or curl under my blankets to disappear.

Perhaps Aura had been right about running away. But I couldn’t equate Robert with danger.

I’d married Robert because I felt a part of myself in him. I loved him, but even more than love—the secret that involved me was somehow bigger than that.

I exited the room and went into the massive hallway. Candles decorated the walls like we were in the middle ages and not the present. I turned left though I wasn't sure where I was going. Robert had pointed up the stairs so I assumed our bedroom would be there.

I massaged my temples, looking for my husband. If someone as perfect as Serena had died, how would I survive?