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“Never. He would always wait until I would leave the cabin, then he would eat it all. Every bite of it. Damn strange behavior if you ask me.”
Coldness seeped through Maria's veins. Had the blow to Alberto's head caused him to lose his senses? Or maybe the heat of the sun had done its damage to his brain before she had asked assistance of Michael. She began to chew her lower lip, watching Alberto, crying inside for him … her brother … her other self. “I'm sure he is all right,” she mumbled. “If he's eaten, then he's all right. No matter how he has chosen to eat. .. or act.. . .”
“Yeah. I'm sure of it,” Michael said, buttoning his shirt. He went to his chair and lifted his black waistcoat from it and slipped it on. It fit him so perfectly, Maria saw how much it emphasized the broadness of his shoulders. Then her gaze lowered, seeing the tightness of his matching breeches and how they exposed to the eye the gift of his manhood that bulged out in front beneath the layer of cloth. Her face flushed red, realizing just how breathless he could make her by the removal of those breeches.
“As you might notice, it's quite late,” Michael said, motioning toward the ceiling, at the darkness beyond from the skylight. Whale oil lamps flickered in soft goldens on each wall, making the room almost one of intimacy. “I might have a bit of trouble securing much food,” he quickly added. “But I'm sure we can come up with something.” He combed his fingers through his hair, then headed toward the door. He turned and took one last look at Maria as he opened the door. “I won't be long. You will be all right, won't you?”
Maria smiled warmly. “Yes. I'll be all right,” she said. “And you be careful,” she said further, shadows crossing her face. “I remember the darkness of that passageway. I don't want anything to happen to you like it did with Alberto.”
Michael reached down and patted the inside of his lower leg. “I don't believe anybody would take that chance,” he boasted. “Not with the knife I can so rapidly wield.”
Maria's fingers went to her throat. “You wear such a weapon?”
“Beneath my breeches leg. I have worn it since having found your brother in such a condition,” he said flatly. “Just let some son-of-a-bitch come after me. There won't be an inch of his body left untouched.”
Maria smiled weakly as he moved on from the cabin, shutting the door after him. Then her gaze moved to Alberto. Quickly, she brushed the blanket aside and moved across the floor, stopping to stoop next to her brother. “Alberto,” she whispered. “Alberto. It's me. Please say something.” She shook him gently, then gasped when his eyes flew widely open.
“Maria,” he said thickly, eyeing her with dark, brooding eyes. “I'm so thankful that you are all right. I would have wanted to die myself if you hadn't pulled through that terrible illness. Each cough from inside you was the same as myself experiencing it.” He reached his hands upward and touched the softness of her cheeks. Damn. They were much too flushed .. . and … he knew . .. not from fever. There was more to her and Michael Hopper's relationship than there could be had they just become acquainted. If he ever caught Michael placing his hands where he shouldn't, it would be Michael who would feel the touch of his own knife on his flesh.
Maria reached up and took his hand, leaning her face into it. “That is because we are twins, Alberto,” she said. Then she dropped h
is hand, setting her jaw firmly. “And you? What kind of games are you playing, Alberto?” she spat. “Why are you acting so crazily? You know as well as I that you are capable of getting up from that bunk and acting civilized. You know that you are no longer ill. Why, look at you. You've even gained a few pounds, it seems.”
Alberto laughed, pushing himself up on an elbow. His hand reached upward and caressed his beard. “Oh, you must mean my beard,” he said. “That's reason enough for my face to look fuller.”
Maria doubled up a fist and pounded it on his arm. “Oh, Alberto,” she cried. “You know what I mean. Why are you doing this thing to Michael? He's been so nice. You and I both would have probably died if we had stayed out in the weather. You know that, don't you?”
“I do appreciate his generosity,” he grumbled, lowering his eyes. “But people are only generous if they expect something in return.” His eyes shot upward. They had become as two dark coals. “And you do know what kind of reward he will expect from you now that you are well, don't you?”
Maria pushed herself up and crossed her arms, glaring downward at Alberto. “Alberto, that is quite enough of your filthy mouth,” she said coldly. “Where has your trust gone? Is it because of what happened to you? Michael is not like the ones who did that horrible thing to you. Michael is good. He would never do anything to hurt either one of us. Please quit acting as though your brain has shriveled up to a nothingness.”
“If he ever does touch you….” Alberto hissed, moving from the bunk. “This is why I lay so quietly. To listen. I'm sure in time he will approach you. And the best way to watch out for you is to not get too close to this man myself.”
Maria grew quiet, remembering so vividly when Michael had touched her. Her blood surged in a wild thrill even now when she thought about it. Then she paled when she saw the look in Alberto's eyes. She knew that he meant business. She knew that he would indeed possibly harm Michael if Michael would even so much as try to kiss her. “But, Michael won't,” she murmured. “Please don't fret so.”
Alberto moved around the cabin in bare feet, stretching. “I have to admit, it does feel damn good being off that bunk for a while,” he said.
“Then you will stay up? Join Michael and me when he returns with some food?”
“No. I will not,” Alberto said flatly.
Maria moaned softly. “Then you will continue to play your games? You will lie back down and close your eyes like some ninny?”
“I don't wish to mingle, Maria,” he said solemnly. “Not at least until we get to Papa's home. Then I can talk with people of our own kind.” He turned and went to Michael's desk and began to flip the pages of Michael's journal. “Michael is not of our own kind. I do not wish to have anything to do with him.”
“So. You will take his cabin, and eat the food he gives you, but still refuse to act civilized around him? Is that what you're saying?” Maria stormed, stomping a foot in rage.
Alberto moved on around the cabin, touching the softness of the bed, and the fineness of the paneling that covered the walls. “Exactly,” he said. “Exactly.”
“You are a brother I do not understand anymore, Alberto,” Maria said, going to the bed, sinking down onto it, sulking. She pulled the blanket up around her, feeling a chill once again.
“Maybe I have changed,” he said, going to his bunk, stretching out on it.
“One unfortunate incident in your life changes you so much, Alberto?”
Alberto glowered, remembering. “It was more than that, Maria,” he murmured. “It was much more than that.” His fingers reached up and touched his fresh growth of beard once again, feeling its stubbiness. One day soon, it would be fully grown. Then he wouldn't be recognized. Then he would get his revenge. He would play that same card game and take all of Sam's winnings, then when Sam and Grace tried to lure him into Grace's cabin, Alberto would be the one who would win also at that game. He laughed to himself. Suddenly his life had become one big game. He liked that. Yes. He liked that. And no one could ever say he looked like a woman again. Not with a full face of whiskers. Damn that Sam. Damn him all to hell.
The door opening made Alberto turn with a start. Putting his back to Maria, he listened as Michael made his way into the room once again. The aromas of stewed chicken and scalloped potatoes filtered across the room and upward into his nose, making him hungry all over again, even though he had had a complete feast of the same only about an hour earlier. He licked his lips and lay even more quietly, at least glad that Maria was to be the recipient of these tasty morsels. She needed to gain her strength if they were to move from this man's private room. Alberto had had enough of this pretense. He was ready to return topside and set his plans in motion. Plans that would cause him much pleasure. He hadn't yet had the opportunity to experience the fulfillments of a woman. And this he would do before arriving on America's shores.
