Castles by Julie Garwood
Colin had just walked into the foyer when Jade reached the landing above. Marian Rose came running in from the salon and threw herself at her older brother. He lifted her up, kissed her on the cheek, and then bent down to take Caine’s daughter, Olivia, into his other arm. The four-year-old gave her uncle a wet kiss.
Jade came rushing down the stairs. Caine caught her at the bottom. “Slow down, sweetheart. You’re going to break . . .”
The fear he saw in her eyes stopped him cold. “What’s wrong?” he demanded.
“Alesandra called me Catherine.”
Colin heard his sister-in-law’s worried remark. He put the little girls down and walked forward. He noticed then that the French doors leading to the garden were wide open and scowled in reaction. Didn’t his parents understand the need for caution?
“She was just confused,” Caine suggested to his wife. “It’s her wedding day and she’s bound to be a little nervous.”
Jade shook her head. She turned to explain to Colin. “Alesandra told me to go downstairs and stand with my husband, Henry. Someone’s in that room with her. I’m sure of it. She was trying to warn me.”
Colin was already moving toward the steps. “Have Raymond and Stefan stand guard below Alesandra’s window outside,” he ordered. “Caine, you take the back steps. They’ll probably try to take her out that way.”
He’d reached the landing before he’d finished his instructions, passed his mother and father as they started down the staircase, and continued on down the corridor.
He was deadly calm about what he was going to do. Rage burned inside him, but he wouldn’t let that emotion overwhelm his judgment. Only after Alesandra was safe would he unleash his fury.
He reached her bedroom, quietly tested the door to make certain it was locked, then slammed his shoulder against the wood with all his might. The door splintered off its hinges, the bolt snapped, and what was left of the door flew into the bedroom.
Alesandra tried to shout a warning to Colin but she was silenced by her captor’s hand over her mouth again.
The second man charged Colin with his knife in his hand. Colin moved so swiftly, his enemy didn’t understand until it was too late that his knife had been snatched away. Colin didn’t let go of his hand, however. He twisted it behind his back, then upward, until the shoulder bone had popped out of its socket. The man howled with pain. Colin didn’t show him any mercy. He threw him headfirst into the wall next to the doorway.
Fury gave him the strength of four men. He was almost blind with his anger now, for Alesandra looked so damned frightened and the bastard had his hands all over her. The robe she wore had opened enough for him to realize she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Get your hands off my bride.”
Colin roared that command and started forward. Alesandra’s captor knew he was trapped. He waited until Colin was almost upon him, then threw Alesandra forward and tried to run out of the room.
In one quick motion Colin tossed Alesandra onto the bed and out of harm’s way, then turned and grabbed her captor by his neck.
He thought about breaking the son-of-a-bitch’s neck then and there, but Alesandra was watching him and, damn it all, he didn’t want her any more frightened than she already was.
“There’s a quicker way out than taking the steps,” he announced.
Because his voice had sounded so calm and reasonable, Alesandra wasn’t at all prepared for his next action. Colin literally picked up the man by the seat of his britches and threw him headfirst out the window.
It wasn’t open. Glass sprayed the walls and floor, and a few of the wooden panes that weren’t imbedded in the man’s shoulders fell to the ledge.
Colin didn’t even look winded. He muttered, “Hell,” when he noticed the dust on his trousers, let out a sigh, and then turned back to her.
Alesandra didn’t know what to think. Colin had been quite terrifying just a minute before, and now he was acting like nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.
Didn’t he realize that he might have killed that man? Or did he realize and simply not care?
Alesandra was determined to find out for herself. She jumped off the bed and went running toward the window. Colin intercepted her before she could step on the broken glass with her bare feet. He dragged her back toward the bed, then roughly pulled her into his arms.
“Dear God, Colin, do you think you killed him?”
The raw fear in her voice made him regret the fact that she had witnessed the fight. She was too young and innocent to understand that some men were really better off in hell. The way she trembled in his arms told him she was afraid of him.
“No, I didn’t kill him,” he told her, his voice a gruff whisper. “I’m sure Raymond caught him.”
Colin was proud of himself. He’d told the outrageous lie without laughing.
She couldn’t believe he would think she would believe such nonsense. She could feel him shaking, knew he was still reacting to the upsetting fight, and decided to placate him.
“If you say so,” she agreed. She let out a pent-up sigh and relaxed against him. “You forgot to open the window, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” he lied. “I forgot.”
She peeked up to look over his shoulder. “You’re certain Raymond caught him?”
He didn’t hear the amusement in her voice. “Absolutely certain.”
He tightened his hold on her and leaned down to kiss the top of her head.
“Did they hurt you?” he asked, his voice harsh with worry over that possibility.
She found comfort in his concern. “No,” she whispered against his chest.
She caught a movement out of the corner of her eye and looked around Colin again. “The other one’s crawling away.”
“Caine’s waiting for him,” he answered. He leaned down to kiss her again. She turned her face up at the same time. The temptation was too great to resist. His mouth covered hers in a gentle caress, but it wasn’t enough for him. He deepened the kiss, pleased he didn’t have to force her mouth open for him. His tongue swept inside to mate with hers and a low, primitive growl sounded in the back of his throat.
The kiss consumed her. Because she was so inexperienced, she couldn’t control her response to his magical touch. She couldn’t get enough of the taste of him either, and, dear God, his scent—so clean, so wonderfully masculine—was extremely arousing.
Her uninhibited response was almost shattering to his own control. Colin knew it was time to stop. He tried to pull back, but Alesandra wouldn’t cooperate with his noble plan. She wound her arms around his neck and tugged on his hair to get him to deepen the kiss again.
He let her have her way. She sighed into his mouth seconds before her tongue timidly rubbed against his. Colin felt his discipline slipping away. His mouth slanted over hers again and again with hard demand.
“Is everything . . . for the love of . . . save that for after the ceremony, Colin.”
Caine’s voice cut through the passionate haze surrounding Colin and Alesandra. He slowly pulled back. She took a little longer to recover her wits. Colin had to help her take her hands away from the back of his neck. He tightened the belt on her robe, too. She didn’t take over the task, but watched as he adjusted her robe to hide every inch of her neck.
“You should get dressed now,” he suggested in a whisper, smiling over the look of bemusement on her face. She still hadn’t recovered from his touch, and that fact pleased the hell out of him.
“Didn’t you hear me?” he asked when she didn’t move.
She knew she had to get hold of herself. She took a step back, away from the cause of her befuddled condition. “Yes, I should get dressed,” she agreed with a nod. She immediately contradicted herself by shaking her head. “I can’t get dressed. They . . .”
“I’ll be happy to help you,” Jade volunteered. Colin’s sister-in-law was frowning with worry and sympathy. “It won’t take any time at all,” she promised.
Colin’s kiss had blocked out the world, she decided, and, Lord, had they seen the way she’d been clinging to him? She blushed just thinking about that possibility.
She was suddenly so rattled she couldn’t seem to think. There was something she wanted to say, but she couldn’t remember what it was. She threaded her fingers through her hair in an absentminded gesture. The robe parted just a little with her movement. Colin immediately stepped forward to tug it back into place. He was acting like a possessive husband now. She might have thought that was an endearing action if he hadn’t started frowning at her.
“You shouldn’t be entertaining in your robe,” he told her. “Didn’t the nuns teach you anything?”
He wasn’t jesting. She slapped his hand away from her throat and backed up another space. “Did you catch the man crawling down the steps?” she asked Caine.
“Yes.”
“Good,” she whispered. “They came in with the flowers,” she added with a nod. “I should have realized . . . when they carried the vases upstairs, but I . . .”
Everyone waited for her to finish her explanation. After a minute or two they realized she wasn’t going to say anything more.
“What happened to the other one?” Caine asked.
“Colin threw him out the window.”
“Raymond caught him,” Colin said.
Caine almost laughed until his brother tilted his head toward Alesandra. He immediately nodded agreement over the ridiculous lie. “That’s good to know.”
“Could there be more waiting in one of the other rooms?” Alesandra asked.
Colin answered her. “No.”
“Your guards have made a thorough check of the house.” Caine made that comment in an attempt to ease her fear. “There aren’t any others.”
Jade drew her husband’s attention when she let out a little gasp. He turned to her and saw the tears in her eyes. “What is it, sweetheart?” he asked in a whisper.
Jade pointed to the floor in front of the wardrobe. Caine turned, saw the wedding gown, and let out a low expletive.
Alesandra wasn’t paying any attention to anyone but Colin. She’d only just decided that there was something different about him, but she couldn’t seem to put her finger on what that might be.
“We’re getting married in ten minutes, Alesandra. If you’re still wearing that robe, you’ll be wed in it. Caine, change jackets with me. I tore mine.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to get married today,” Alesandra whispered.
“Ten minutes,” Colin repeated.
The set of his jaw told her he wasn’t going to listen to reason. She still gave it one last try. “No,” she announced, her expression mutinous.
He leaned down until he was just inches from her face. “Yes.”
She let out a sigh. Then she nodded. Colin was so pleased she had finally decided to cooperate, he gave her a hard kiss. Then he turned and walked toward the doorway.
“They destroyed her wedding dress, Colin.”
Jade gave him that news. Alesandra burst into tears. Everyone believed she was upset about the dress, of course, but that wasn’t the real reason she was so distraught. She had just noticed what was different about Colin.
“You cut your hair.”
The fury in her voice stunned Colin. He turned around, saw the tears streaming down her face, and immediately wanted to comfort her. As soon as he started toward her, she started backing away. He stopped so she would stand still. He didn’t want her to accidentally step on a piece of glass. He didn’t want her to panic, either, and she appeared ready to do just that.
Alesandra had gone through a hell of an ordeal and that, added to the usual wedding day jitters he assumed most brides experienced, was making her act unreasonable now.
Colin knew he would never get her downstairs and married until he helped her calm down first. He decided that if she wanted to talk about his hair now instead of focusing on the real issue upsetting her, he would let her.
“Yes,” he said, his voice as soothing as he could manage. “I cut my hair. Does that displease you?”
She nodded. “Oh, yes, it does displease me,” she said, her voice shaking with her anger. “As a matter of fact, it makes me furious.”
She could tell from his expression he didn’t understand why she was so angry with him. He obviously didn’t remember what he’d told her when she’d asked him why he wore his hair so long.
Freedom. Yes, that’s what he’d told her. She remembered every word of his explanation. The shoulder-length hair reminded him that he was a free man.
Alesandra turned her attention to his feet. “Why aren’t you wearing shackles, Colin?”
“What are you talking about?” Colin hadn’t been able to keep his exasperation out of his voice.
“She’s upset about the dress,” Caine decided.
“Do stay out of this,” Alesandra ordered.
Caine raised an eyebrow over that command. Alesandra was acting very like a princess now, and she was treating Caine like one of her subjects. He didn’t dare smile, fearing his amusement would push her temper right over the edge. She looked furious, and miserable.
“Oh, Lord, look what you’ve made me do,” she told Colin. She folded her arms in front of her and glared at him before turning to his brother. “Pray forgive me for snapping at you. I don’t usually let anyone notice when I’m upset, but that man makes me forget Mother Superior’s golden rules. I wouldn’t be in such a state if he hadn’t cut his hair.”
“That man?” Caine repeated with a grin.
“What golden rules?” Jade asked, curious over that remark.
“Isn’t the wedding dress the reason you’re so upset?”
“Dignity and decorum,” Alesandra explained to Jade before turning back to Colin. “No, it isn’t really the dress,” she announced. She took a deep breath and ordered herself to calm down. Colin couldn’t help being such an insensitive clout, she supposed, and he was giving up his freedom. “Oh, never mind. Yes, of course I’m upset about the dress. Your mother’s going to be most upset. She paid a fortune for that lace. It will break her heart if she finds out it was destroyed.”
“Then you’re worried about my mother’s feelings?” Colin asked, trying to get to the heart of the issue.
“Didn’t I just say I was? Colin, how can you smile at a time like this? I don’t have anything to wear.”
“Surely . . .”
She wouldn’t let him finish. “Promise me you won’t tell your mother,” Alesandra demanded. “I want your word, Colin. It would ruin her wedding if she finds out.”
“It’s your wedding, Alesandra, not hers.”
She didn’t want to listen to reason. “Promise me.”
Colin let out a sigh. “I won’t tell her.” He didn’t add that his mother was damn well going to notice Alesandra wasn’t wearing the gown. She was still too rattled to think about that, and he wasn’t going to remind her.
She made Jade and Caine promise, too. Everyone’s quick agreement calmed Alesandra. Colin had to shake his head over her bizarre behavior. He grabbed her by her shoulders, pulled her close, and kissed her. Then he let go of her and walked out of the room. His brother followed him.
“She seems a little nervous, doesn’t she?” Colin remarked to Caine.
His brother burst into laughter. “I can’t imagine why,” he replied dryly. “Your bride has been mauled, nearly kidnapped by two of the ugliest bastards I’ve ever laid eyes on, and certainly terrorized. She has also made it perfectly clear she doesn’t want to marry you, and her wedding dress was torn into shreds. No, I can’t imagine why she would be nervous.”
Colin’s shoulders slumped. “It has been a difficult day,” he muttered.
“It can only get better,” Caine predicted. He hoped to God he was rig
Neither brother said another word until they reached the foyer. They exchanged jackets on the way down the stairs. The fit was almost exact, for Colin had filled out through his shoulders over the past few years and was now every bit as muscular as his brother.
Colin noticed the crowd gathered in the salon, started to go inside, then suddenly stopped and turned to Caine.
“You’re wrong.”
“It won’t get better?”
Colin shook his head. “You said Alesandra didn’t want to marry me. You’re wrong. She does.”
Caine smiled. “So you realize she’s in love with you?”
He’d made that remark as a statement of fact, but Colin treated it as though it were a question. “No, she doesn’t love me yet, but she will. In five years, after I’ve made my fortune, then she’ll realize she didn’t make a mistake.”
Caine couldn’t believe his brother could be so obtuse. “She already has a fortune, Colin. She needs . . .”
“To get married,” Colin finished for him. “What are all those people doing here?”
The switch in topics was deliberate, of course. Colin didn’t want to get into a heated discussion about Alesandra’s motives now. He didn’t particularly want to think about his own reasons for marrying her, either.
The ceremony took place an hour later. Colin stood with his brother in front of the minister. The wait for his bride was taking its toll on him, and it was a struggle to hold on to his composure. His own agitation was appalling to him, for he liked to believe that he was a man who was always in control. Nothing ever rattled him, he reminded himself. Hell, he admitted with a sigh, he was rattled now, and the feeling was so foreign to his nature he didn’t know how to fight it. He blamed his lack of discipline on Alesandra. Until the day she came into his life, the mere idea of marrying made him blanch. Now, however, his agitation was for the opposite reason. He wanted to get the deed done before anything else could go wrong.
He could still lose her.
“For the love of God, Colin. This is a wedding, not a burial. Quit scowling.”