Skyler turned her face to wall. “Dr. Brice said I would have to go to school immediately so I wouldn’t fall behind. I didn’t want to tell him, but I hardly ever went to school. I’m different. I could never fit in.”
“You are different,” Francesca affirmed, “but that is not a bad thing. It doesn’t matter about school. You are gifted, quite brilliant actually. We can provide tutors for you and I can help when there is need. It is certainly nothing to worry about. Dr. Brice is a good man and he wants what is best for you, but he doesn’t have a clue about your special talents and gifts. He does not understand what it is like to be a woman and be abused as you were. He does not understand what it is like to be a child and have no guidance, no one to love you unconditionally. He has no say in your future, Skyler.”
Skyler’s fingers twisted together, a small betrayal of her nervousness. “I don’t like it here. I never feel safe unless you’re here, or…” She trailed off as if she had done something wrong. “Sometimes the other one touches my mind and I feel reassured.”
Francesca’s heart skipped a beat. “Not Gabriel?”
“He is there sometimes, but it is different. The other one never really says anything, he’s just there, touching me, but I can feel I’m not alone and he only comes when I’m very frightened. Like when I have a nightmare and I wake up. In the middle of the afternoon there was a stranger in here. I didn’t like him and I was so scared. That’s when the other one touched my mind. It was soothing and comforting.”
Francesca bit her lip. The other had to be Lucian. Was he so strong, then, that he could defeat the daylight and reach out to touch Skyler when she was frightened? Was he already so connected with her that he could read her fear even when his strength was at its lowest ebb? She forced air through her lungs, remaining calm. “What stranger entered your room, Skyler?”
“A man. He asked me lots of questions about you, but I didn’t answer or look at him. I retreated like I do. Into my own mind.” Skyler continued to look at the wall as if she were slightly ashamed of herself. Her hands were clutching the little stuffed animal until her knuckles turned white. “I don’t know if I can keep from doing it when I’m really afraid.”
Francesca gently pushed her hair from her forehead. She couldn’t wait to get the child home, where she would be surrounded by love, by feminine things. She couldn’t wait to do something with the wealth of hair that had been neglected for so long. “He’s a reporter, honey, nothing more. Someone told him a story about me and he wants to write about it. It has nothing to do with you, but I’ll make certain there’s a guard posted outside your door at all times. No one else will get in.” She should have posted a guard long before this.
A small sound escaped Skyler’s throat, something between a laugh and a cry. “A guard? I don’t think you have to go that far. I think it’s a little late for guards.”
Francesca leaned over the teenager and brushed her forehead with her lips in a small caress. “You are so silly, young lady, to think it is too late for a guard. You are beautiful and unique, a rare treasure. I intend to guard you and keep you safe for all time. There is no need to have idiot reporters breaking into your hospital room and questioning you.”
“He asked strange things. He wanted to know if I had ever seen you during daylight hours. Isn’t that a strange thing to ask?”
Francesca went very still inside. There were many people throughout Paris who would testify they had seen her during daylight hours; and there were photographs to prove it. Her picture had appeared more than once in the newspapers at various charity functions around the city. The reporter would soon lose interest in her if he was no more than a simple reporter; she wouldn’t fit the profile of what he was looking for. But if he was more than a reporter, if he was a member of the society hunting the Carpathian people, seeking proof of their existence, she needed to know.