Hot Revenge Box Set 4

The trail is lovely, the winter sun streaming through the trees, their naked boughs casting an intricate tracery of light and shade.

But I’m in no mood to enjoy it. Charlie stamps and judders under me, tossing her head. I pull back on the reins. “I don't know what's wrong with her today.”

My Master is cool. “It’s not the horse, Charlotte, but the rider. You're in a mood and Charlie's picking up your mood. You’re perching in the saddle as though you’re the one about to bolt. And if you jerk the reins like that again, I’ll take them from you. Charlie doesn’t deserve to be the butt of your temper.”

He’s right…

But so what?

Clicking my tongue, I urge Charlie forward and she breaks into a trot, but her eyes roll back at me…

“Charlotte...”

… I urge on my mount. The air is fresh on my skin. The sun shimmers and dances to the leaf-littered ground. But nothing dispels the clouds in my head.

“Charlotte!” My Master’s voice snaps like a whip. With a thunder of hooves, Oliver pulls up beside me and my Master reaches across, snatching at Charlie’s bridle. “You may be angry with me, but you will not ignore me.”

He wrenches the reins from my hands then leads me, with Charlie, to a tree, looping the reins over a branch. Swinging a long leg over his saddle he dismounts then snaps a gesture to the ground. “Down!”

My throat dry, I obey. My Master reaches, catching me as my feet touch turf, then pushing me backward, my spine pressed flat against a tree trunk.

His face close to mine, he hisses at me, “I am trying to be fair to both you and Georgie. And both of you are giving me a hard time. I'm caught between a rock and a hard place here, Charlotte. And I don't care for it. You are treating me as though I have done something I should apologise for, and I do not believe, or accept, I have done anything to deserve that.”

I have nothing to say.

*****

Michael

The pair blow in through the door, in theory, together.

James stalks in, face reddened. Charlotte follows and, without a word or a smile, disappears into the kitchen.

I watch her scuttle away, then catch James by the arm. “What’s going on?”

James swipes a hand through his hair, blows air through puffed cheeks. “Georgie.” Then spinning, face set, he strides out again. The door slams closed behind him.

This has gone on long enough…

I hover by the window, listening for the crunch of footsteps on gravel to fade, then head for the kitchen where Charlotte is taking one of Cara’s feed bottles from the fridge.

eyes flick to mine and then back to the

me. What d’you

fake and as she puts the bottle into the microwave, she keeps her face turned away. Even

well what I’m talking about. I don’t think James deserves to be upset like this.

her here….” Still, she doesn’t look at me… “… Into the house. Why would I want her here? This

Georgie is his daughter. His other

happening. It achieves nothing. “She didn’t want anything to do with me before,” she mutters. “Or with Cara. Or with him. Why should I make her

but I lay hands on the worktop either side of her, caging her between my arms. It’s not often I get heavy with Charlotte, but

don’t bother trying to keep the disgust out of my voice. “I have to say, Charlotte, I didn't think you

a hand to me, but I grab her wrist, holding it in mid-air. “… James has been grieving over losing Georgie for as long as I've known him. And now, just when he has the perfect opportunity to make up with her again, you behave like this. It’s petty

I was pregnant, she was just awful. To me. And to him. She didn’t even pretend to be nice. She couldn’t get away fast

that every

not

press the end of a finger to her chin. “…she had just discovered her father's new wife is a woman

you’re

juts and

her. Scratching at

fuck to

?

It’s Mitch,

mother to

to me…” Charlotte’s

At least she’s listening…

and chuckles. “It is in the nature of things that we love our children more

Charlotte’s jaw drops. “Mom…”

think mine

I’ve not often seen… “…That’s how it is, and how it should be….” Mitch moves closer and, in her embrace, Cara burbles and bubbles. “…Ask yourself a question. If something happened: a fire, or a car accident… a terrorist attack maybe… and you were faced with

flaps. “Mom,

wanting to let

same core of steel as her

was against the wall. If you had no

her eyes glossy. “Cara,” she

as I would for you. But think…” Cara supported in one arm, she strokes Charlotte’s cheek, tucks a lock of hair behind an

Charlotte is trembling. She sucks at

feels Jenny when, through no fault of your own, you are robbed of your child? You daughter. Your little

eyes grow

later, the chance to have her back comes, wouldn’t you want