Torn:Dark Legacy Duet, Book 2

By: Natasha Knight

But not tonight.

Tonight is for something else.

And Helena’s back. She’s asleep in my bed. She’s safe.

Lucinda and Ethan are gone—for now.

I walk right up to the water, let it run over my toes. I run a hand through my hair wondering what’s happened to me in the last month? Since she came into my life.

No. That’s not the way to say it.

She didn’t come willingly.

I stole her out of her life and forced her into mine.

She has every right to hate me, yet she doesn’t. She clings to me. And I can’t get her out of my head. Out from under my skin. I can’t get enough of touching her, can’t get close enough to her, not even when I’m buried deep inside her.

I look up at the sky, dark enough tonight that I can see stars.

It’s a new moon. And it fits the day.


Today is my twenty-ninth birthday.

When the next wave reaches my ankles, it soaks the bottoms of my jeans.

I step backward. Sand sticks to my wet feet.

Time to move. Time to get off the island. Just for one night.

Gregory will take care of Helena.

I make my way to one of the two boats, climb on board, start the engine. It seems louder at night and I take one look at the house, at my dark window.

She’s tucked inside, safe and sound. She’ll be here when I get back.



I wake up alone late the next morning. Sebastian’s side of the bed is cold. It’s after ten. I don’t usually sleep late, I never did at home at least, but here, time is all I have.

Pushing the covers off, I get up, shower, go to my room to dress. I’m surprised when I get downstairs and don’t see anyone. Both brothers must have eaten already.

I pour myself a cup of coffee, add cream and pick up a piece of toast. I take it over to the pool which sparkles like a hundred diamonds in the bright sun. I sit at the edge and let my feet hang in the cool water while I eat my toast and drink my coffee.

There’s no one around, not a gardener, not any of the girls who work in the kitchen or set or clear the meals. The island is quiet. Quieter than usual. It’s almost eerie and I wonder if I’m not alone.

When I finish my toast and coffee, I get up and walk around the corner and see that one of the boats is missing. I go back inside, peek into the kitchen.

Empty, not a single pot on the stove. Nothing baking. No dirty dishes in the sink waiting to be washed.

I walk to Sebastian’s study and knock on the door. When there’s no answer, I try the handle, but it’s locked.



Footsteps behind me startle me.

I know it’s not Sebastian. I can tell when he enters a room.

I turn, and even though I know who it’ll be, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end when I find Gregory approaching from outside. I wonder where he was. He’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt but is barefoot and his hair is ruffled.

“He’s gone,” he says, heading to the stairs, barely looking at me.


He nods. Climbs two of the steps.


He turns to me. “He won’t be back until tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? He didn’t say anything to me.”

Gregory shrugs a shoulder. “Maybe he didn’t want to bust into the romantic mood of your evening.”

I feel myself blush. Did he hear us? See us? He’s watched before.

One corner of his mouth curves upward and he gives a short exhale as if to say it’s so easy to fuck with me.

“I’ve got some work to do today so you’re on your own,” he says, before heading up the stairs and disappearing into, I guess, his room.

I glance once more at the closed study door and go upstairs to my own room, sit on the edge of the bed.

“I’ve got some work to do today so you’re on your own.”

What did he think? I’d want to hang out with him?

It takes me just a few minutes to change into a bikini, the most modest one I can find out of the dozen Sebastian ordered for me. I grab a towel and head back down.

I’ll swim a few laps, clear my head. I haven’t exercised since I got here and it’ll be good for me.

Before heading outside, I grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator in the kitchen. I set my towel on one of the lounge chairs and twist my hair into a bun, securing it tightly so it doesn’t get in my way. Then I dive in.

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