Atone (The Patronus: Book 3)
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Before there was Awaken, before there was “Lucy and Max”, there was just Max. And he had some issues.
A lot of issues.
Max Kensington ‘s death haunted him for years. The guilt of his sins tormented him. Unable to let go, he was sure he’d never be able to atone for all of them. But that didn’t stop him from trying.
When his reason for being is suddenly thrust back into his life, he vows to protect her at all costs. He’ll do whatever it takes to make sure history doesn’t repeat itself. And this time, he’ll fight to the bitter end to capture the one thing that has alluded him—happiness.
Sarah M. Ross
I started my obsession with reading at an early age, getting in trouble for sneaking BabySitter Club and Nancy Drew books into math class in elementary school. I would read any fiction book I could get my hands on. I knew it was an addiction when instead of grounding me from TV or music, my mom would take away my books as punishment (The Horror!). My love of all things paranormal was inspired by my good friend Laurie, who convinced me that books with vampires, witches, and all things shifter were amazing. After a little reluctance, I gave it a shot with the Sookie Stackhouse books, realized she was right, and the rest was history. I grew up in Pittsburgh, graduated from The University of Pittsburgh with my degree in English, and taught 8th graders to love reading as much as I do for several years. I will always be a proud member of the Steelers Nation, but I couldn't take the cold and moved my frozen tush to Florida where I now live with my family and two cats. You will find me now with my trusty Kindle in hand and toes in the sand! When I'm not writing or reading, I am probably partaking in my favorite vice: sunbathing. I know it's wrong, but I love the feeling on the hot sun on my skin and could lay in it for hours. I do live in Florida for a reason!
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Atone (The Patronus - Sarah M. Ross
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Atone
The Patronus Series Novella
Copyright © 2012 by Sarah M. Ross
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Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Mortal Obligation Sneak Peek
This one is for my Patronus Posse, the best street team I could ever ask for! Thank you so much for all of your hard work and dedication.
November, 1879
THE BITTER WIND assailed my face and neck as we hurried from the carriage toward our house. I swung open the front gate, noting the shriek of the rusty metal. I made a mental note to oil that, but right now I had a bigger concern.
I’ll be right in, sweetheart. I want to lay some sand on the front walk first. I’m afraid we may get another frost tonight, and I want to be prepared.
I kissed my beautiful wife on the cheek.
Her big brown eyes scanned up and down my body. I could see the love—and lust—swirling in them. It’ll be fine. C’mon, I want to thank you for my belated birthday present.
Is that so?
She wrapped her arms around me, tenderly kissing my jaw and neck. The bite from the wind disappeared with her touch. Her delicate fingers wrapped in my hair, gently pulling me closer to her petite frame. I eagerly returned her kiss but stopped after a moment. We shouldn’t do this here. Go ahead in and check on Nathanial. I know you’ve been anxious to see him all night. I’ll be just a few minutes behind you. And we’ll pick up right where we left off.
Promise?
She nibbled her bottom lip, drawing my attention and driving me crazy until I almost abandoned my task. Oh, I promise. Go on.
I took a playful swat at her behind as she hurried into the house, no doubt heading directly into the nursery. It was the first time we’d been away from Nathanial since he’d been born seven months earlier. Now that he was nearly weaned, we had a little more flexibility. She hadn’t wanted to leave tonight, but we’d missed celebrating her birthday the month before, and tonight the University had put on a performance of her favorite play, Taming of the Shrew.
I rounded the house and gathered a bucket of sand from the shed. We usually didn’t get too many harsh winter days like this in our area of Florida, but Old Man Winter was on a rampage this year. A branch from our large Southern Live Oak tree scraped ominously against the tin roof of the shed, reminding me of nails on a blackboard. I shivered, trying to downplay the feeling of dread creeping through me as just a side effect of the weather.
I hurried back to the front of the house and sprinkled the coarse sand along the cobbled walkway, careful not to get any in the azalea bush, when a loud thump echoed from inside the house. Setting the pail down, I turned toward the house, straining to hear what might have caused the sound.
Grace?
I called out to my wife. Everything okay?
The door was still ajar, which was unlike Grace. She would have shut it tight to make sure Nathanial didn’t feel a draft. Another shiver ran through me.
Hearing no reply, I took a few tentative steps toward the front door, hearing only the crunch of the freshly laid sand below my feet. The house was still silent, which set my nerves on edge. Shouldn’t Grace be talking to Beth Ann about how the night went? Or the girl’s upcoming plans to attend the cotillion hosted by her uncle? At almost nineteen, her family was anxious to see her courted by young men, though her awkward manners made her chances minute.
I crept up the two steps to the front porch when a hushed moan came from inside. Panic swelled in my chest, and I flew across the porch and shoved the front door wide open. Grace? Where are you?
I called, needing to hear the sound of her voice.
At first, I saw nothing. Everything looked in its place as I scanned the foyer. The vase holding the flowers I had given Grace last week still sat in the center of the table to my left. One of her elegant suede shoes stood just below, kicked off the moment she walked in most likely. But where was the other? I started to walk into the kitchen when I heard wailing above me.
Nathanial,
I murmured, taking the stairs two at a time to reach him. I made it to the entrance of the nursery when I saw the blood. Lots of blood. It coated the floor, seeping into the plush rug we’d purchased just the other day in anticipation of him crawling.
My breath caught in my throat. There, lying at the foot of the crib, was Grace. Her eyes were glassed over with still-fresh tears streaking down her face. I choked out a sob as I rushed to her side. What happened? Where’s Nathanial?
I cried. I wanted her to answer me—to say something, but I knew she was already gone.
NO!
A righteous fury filled my body. I wanted to scream. I wanted to kill whoever had done this to her.
I moved her wet, sticky hair aside to feel for a pulse. Please don’t leave me. I can’t do this without you.
I cradled her head into my lap while my hands searched for the source of the blood. If I could somehow stop the blood from flowing, then maybe she’d be okay…
I didn’t cry out as the white-hot pain of the knife sliced through my back. It was almost as if I expected it somehow. I should have. It was stupid of me not to even check for the intruder. My body crumpled as the blade pierced me a second time, this time in the neck. I tilted my head to look above me, though I suspected who I’d find. Beth Ann had a knife from the kitchen clasped in both of her hands. Her eyes were wide. Maybe she was shocked at her actions, or shocked that I was so easy to take down. I’m sure she expected more of a fight, but I’d been too distraught over Grace. She was my everything.
Beth Ann dropped the knife. Her hands, covered in my blood and Grace’s, shook. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I had to. It was my only chance. He is my only chance,
she explained, voice shaking as much as her hands.
I wanted to reply, but when I tried, only a strangled gurgling sound came out. I could feel myself becoming cold. And tired. I lifted my eyes to Beth Ann, pleading with her. She had found a cloth and was wiping away the blood, reminding me of Lady Macbeth. When her hands were stained