Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
“Fuck.” Maxim’s expression hardens, his mouth pressing into a thin line. “I should have killed that scum,” he hisses. He takes her hand, and they walk back to the blue room, where an elderly man with a large leather bag is waiting. Alessia is surprised to see that the clothes she’d left on the bed and the floor have been tidied away.
“Dr. Conway. It’s been a while.” Maxim shakes hands with him. The doctor has wild white hair, a wispy mustache, and a beard to match. His keen blue eyes are the same color as his crooked bow tie. “Have we brought you out of retirement?”
“My lord, you have. But only for today. Dr. Carter is on holiday. It’s good to see you looking so well.” He places a hand on Maxim’s shoulder, and a look passes between them.
“And you, Doctor,” Maxim answers, his voice gruff, and Alessia suspects the doctor is checking on Maxim’s well-being following the death of his brother.
“How’s your mother?”
“The same.” Maxim’s lips quirk up.
Dr. Conway’s laugh is deep and gravelly. He turns his attention to Alessia, who tightens her hold on Maxim’s hand. “Good day, my dear. Ernest Conway at your service.” He gives her a little bow.
“Dr. Conway, this is my girlfriend, Alessia Demachi.”
Maxim looks at her, his shining eyes full of pride. As he turns back to the doctor, his expression hardens. “She’s been assaulted and was kicked in the side by someone who is now in police custody. Miss Campbell thought it best that a doctor examine her.”
Miss Campbell?
“Danny,” he answers her unspoken question. He gives her hand a quick squeeze. “I’ll leave you to it,” he adds.
“No. Please don’t go,” Alessia blurts out. She does not want to be alone with this strange man.
Maxim nods in understanding. “Of course, if you’d like me to stay.” He sits down in a small blue armchair, stretching out his long legs. Reassured, Alessia turns her attention to the doctor. His expression is serious. “Assaulted?”
Alessia nods and feels her face flush with mortification.
“Would you like me to take a look?” Dr. Conway asks.
“Okay.”
“Please sit.”
The doctor is kind and patient. He runs through several questions before he asks her to lift her shirt, and keeps up a steady stream of chatter while he examines her. His kind manner helps her relax, and she learns that he brought Maxim and his siblings into the world. Alessia glances at Maxim, who gives her a comforting smile.
Her heart expands.
Mister Maxim loves her.
She smiles back at him.
And he grins.
The doctor prods Alessia around her stomach and ribs, and the spell between her and Maxim is broken. She winces at Dr. Conway’s touch.
“There’s no permanent damage. And you’re lucky not to have any cracked ribs. Just take it easy. And try some ibuprofen if it’s painful. Miss Campbell will have some.” Dr. Conway gives her a gentle pat on her arm. “You’ll live,” he says.
“Thank you,” Alessia says.
“I should just take a quick photograph of the bruise. The police might need it for their records.”
“What?” Alessia’s eyes widen.
“Good idea,” says Maxim.
“Lord Trevethick, would you mind?” He hands Maxim his phone. “Just the bruise.”
“Darling, I’ll only photograph the bruise. Nothing else.”
She nods and lifts her shirt once more, and Maxim takes a few quick snaps.
“Done.” He hands the phone back to the old man.
“Thank you,” Dr. Conway replies.
With a look of relief, Maxim says, “I’ll show you out, Doctor.”
Alessia quickly rises to her feet and takes Maxim’s hand. He smiles down at her and laces his fingers through hers. “We’ll both see you out.” Maxim gestures to the door, and they follow Dr. Conway into the corridor.
* * *
They watch as the doctor drives off in his old car. Maxim has his arm around Alessia’s shoulders, and she’s nestled into his side. It feels…natural. They are standing in the wide hallway at the front of the house. “You know, you can hold me, too,” Maxim says, his tone warm and encouraging. Shyly she snakes an arm around his waist. He grins. “See how well we fit together?” And he kisses the top of her head. “I’ll give you the tour later. Right now I want to show you something.” They turn around, but Alessia stops when she notices the large sculpture above the stone fireplace that dominates the hall. It’s the shield that Maxim has tattooed on his biceps, but it’s more decorative. There are two stags on each side, a knight’s helmet above it, and above that, in a swirl of yellow and black, a small coronet bearing a lion. Beneath the shield there’s a scrolled caption: FIDES VIGILANTIA.
“My family’s coat of arms,” Maxim explains.
“And on your arm.” She asks, “What do the words mean?”
“It’s Latin. ‘Loyalty in vigilance.’ ”
She looks puzzled, and Maxim shrugs. “Something to do with the first earl and King Charles II. Come.” It seems he doesn’t wish to say any more. He’s buoyant, eager to show her something, and his excitement is infectious. From somewhere deep in the house, the clock that Alessia heard earlier announces the hour, one chime echoing through the Hall. He grins, looking boyish and adorable. She can’t quite believe he’s fallen for her; he’s talented, handsome, kind, wealthy, and he’s saved her from Dante and Ylli once more.