As terrified as I was, I couldn’t take my eyes off them. One of Darwin’s books talked about a link between animals and humans, even suggested we came from some primordial animal-like form. These men could be holdovers, evidence of Darwin’s theories. Yet I couldn’t forget the same odd twist of limb on Father’s operating table. So were they creatures from Darwin’s theories—or my father’s laboratory? The idea hit me with a stab of pain between the eyes. If my crazy idea was right, if Father was creating creatures out of the caged animals … No. Such things weren’t possible.
I felt a sharp prick on my leg and held in a gasp. An ant must have gotten under my skirt. Well, I’d just have to let it bite me. But then something larger moved—a lump the size of my fist, crawling up my leg, making the fabric roll like a wave. Something smooth, like a fleshy hand, brushed against the bare skin of my thigh.
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I shook the skirt frantically until one of the little rat beasts fell out. It scurried away and disappeared under a rotting log. My hands were still shaking. Then I remembered the men and hugged the ground again. Ahead, the smaller man had turned and keenly watched my thicket.
My stomach leapt to my throat. I didn’t know if he’d seen me. In any case, I could clearly see their faces now, and they were horrible to look at. The dark-haired man had Balthazar’s same bearlike protruding jaw, though more slovenly, with a tooth the size of my thumb sticking out of his bottom lip.
The blond man’s face was equally strange, yet I couldn’t look away. His skin was covered in fine yellow hair with faint brown markings. His piercing eyes were set deep below a heavy brow. His nose was wide but flat, giving him a powerful, leonine look. Pointed incisors gleamed as he wrinkled his nose to sniff the air.
My breath caught. So this was what Montgomery had been so afraid of. The guns, the worried glances into the jungle. He and Father were frightened of these creatures.
The blond man looked directly toward my hiding spot. His companion snorted and began to speak, but the small one silenced him with a paw on his arm. He stared at me like a hunter, nose flaring, eyes narrowed. And then he grabbed the black-haired man’s jacket and pulled him sharply away into the trees. In a second, all trace of them had vanished.
It was some time before I could think clearly again. Dusk had fallen and the forest was shrouded with haze. The men might have looped back and could be stalking me even now. If they were there, watching, waiting, there wasn’t anything I could do about it but keep moving. Shakily, I made my way to the stream. Finding a safe place to spend the night seemed impossible.
As I followed the stream deeper into the island, I heard the sound of falling water. A clearing opened ahead. Moonlight reflected on a waterfall tumbling into a deep pool. After I’d spent so long in the dark tunnel of the trees, the moonlight shone with a silver tint that made everything dreamlike. There was something odd about the waterfall, something extra luminous, as though it glowed from within. A rocky bank hugged the falls, and I carefully climbed it, feet slipping on the slick rocks. The roar of the water was deafening. I made it to an outcropping, balancing unsteadily on the pitched rock.
There was a gap behind the falls, just wide enough for a person to slip through. I peered inside. The red glow of flames met me.
“Is that fire?” I muttered. But two hands thrust from behind the waterfall, grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me through the screen of water.
TWENTY-ONE
SPUTTERING, I FOUGHT MY attacker, but the rush of water blinded me. Then the water was gone, and I was in a shallow cave lit by a small fire.
“Edward!” I said. A gash ran up the side of his shirt and blood stained the knees of his trousers, but, even weary and spent, I threw my arms around him, not thinking, just needing to feel that he was real.
“I was afraid it had gotten you,” I said.
“I’m faster than that.”
My fingers curled around his dirty shirt, pulling at the fabric. I wished I could express how relieved I was to feel his arms around me.
His fingers found my waist, inching me closer, and for a moment I didn’t think about impropriety. The rules of society couldn’t reach us here beyond the falls. I pulled back to ask if he was all right, but the breathless desire written on his face stole my words. Before I could put together a coherent thought, he kissed me.
His lips were cold like in my dream. I was stunned, barely able to think as his hands pulled tighter on my waist. And then as quick as he’d kissed me, I pushed away and stumbled to the other side of the cave.
I’d felt a shiver from the touch of his lips that I hadn’t expected. A surprisingly welcome one.
“Juliet—” he said, half filled with apology, half with lingering desire. “I’m sorry. I thought—”
“Don’t say anything else,” I said. The rushing water was deafening. “Just forget it happened.”
He paced, somewhat frantically, as though he wanted to come closer but knew he shouldn’t. “I don’t want to forget.”
“Edward, please …” I slumped against the cold stone, eyes closed. Water had seeped into the inner layers of my clothes, giving me a rash of gooseflesh.