Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 26

Klempner - Twenty-Six Years Ago

The air is glacial, but although the breeze whips through my hair, I’m not cold. Instead, invigorated, I feel strong and ready for anything.

Standing by the frozen sea, I watch the wind drawing snow across the ice in a whirling dervish of frozen granules that lash around my feet. And I think of the last time I did this, here, with her.

Valentine’s Day coming up… I’ll be back in time.

Get her a present…

What would she like?

Something regional? She loved Helsinki…

Some of the local food?

Then I remember her bending over the porcelain, throwing up gravlax and vodka in equal measure…

Maybe not…

Jewellery?

Still persuading her to wear the emeralds I gave her…

A piece of art?

?

?

Perfect.

I head for the town centre, searching for galleries and craft shops, not knowing just what I’m looking for.

But I’ll know it when I see it…

Most are full of the kind of useless knick-knacks that are met with an ‘Oh, how lovely. You shouldn’t have.” greeting, then get pushed to the back of the cupboard: I-Heart-Helsinki fridge-magnets, overpriced chocolates and tee-shirts, dolls in fake Laplander costumes.

Weirdly, some of the gift shops are stocked with mementoes which seem to me completely out of place. Who comes to Helsinki to buy posters of London buses or ‘New York They named it twice’ tee-shirts?

Am I missing something?

Nope…

And then, there it is.

Beautifully painted by some local artist with more Js and Ks in the name than English allows: a scene of the frozen sea, painted from almost where I stood only a couple of hours ago with ice grit-blasting my clothes. A couple stand hand-in-hand looking out over a glinting scene of white and blue, and in the distance, a lone figure sits fishing.

The price, like everything in Helsinki, is horrendous, but who cares? Money is nothing. Mitch is…

… Mitch.

Padded and carefully gift-wrapped, I tuck the package under my arm and head back for the ferry port.

Time to go home…

Home?

When did I ever think of home before?

She’s waiting.

*****

 

Michael

“How is she?”

Not good. I’d say she’s gotten past denial, but I

mourning the loss of a

panicking over gaining a

Both bereft…

…

What a fucking mess.

say. “… Discovering she has a psychopath for a

“I think,” he says, “part of the problem is that not knowing much about him, she’s cooked up some

perfect father

it turns out, yes.” He rubs at the back of his head.

come out of her funk.

“Like?”

last have a bath? Or a

anything we can get down her, but first, we have to get her attention.” He jerks his chin towards the lounge. “You want to get in

the table. “No, I don't think so. Not this time.

eyes shift to

reality.” James straightens up, plucks at a lip. “You might like to know,” I add, “that I turned on the

into nothing for a long second, then, “Come on

through to the lounge. Charlotte sits on the couch, hugging

What’s she thinking...?

… Feeling….?

Fear?

Loss?

?

?

Humiliation?

no softness in

turn, maintaining her vigil of the flames.

straight, his arms folded, “I expect you to look at me when I address

turns to face him.

“Come here.”

the room to stand before him. “Yes, Master?” But she doesn’t meet his eyes. Head low, her fingers wind and twist

Yes… humiliation…

sallow. Clothes are creased, spotted with what

Doesn’t smell great either…

You will behave appropriately when we

Her voice chokes. “Master…”

takes her by the shoulders, pinning her, almost shaking her. “Listen to me, Charlotte. Nothing has changed. Nothing.

at him. “But I’m not. I…”

Finally crying?

Good…

sake

the child victim. You are Charlotte, the woman who reinvented herself, who knew what she wanted and took on all comers to get it. The woman who took the world by the throat and shook until

doing so would take you where you wanted to go. Even though you knew it was dangerous. Even though your memories must have made

that does not mean he has any power over you. Klempner has no hold over you unless you give it to him. And

have choices, but Charlotte does. And one of those choices is whether or not she lets something that is

her sobs

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