Uncovering You: The Complete Series (Mega Box Set) (140 page)

“My brother left his post at Cedar Hills to care for you,” Jeremy says. “He’s staying with us in Rome. You will be his only patient.”

I screw my face up at Jeremy. I feel suddenly cold. “I thought you said it would just be me and you.”

“It will,” Jeremy assures me. “I’ve left Stonehart Industries behind…”

“You
what
?” I yelp. I shoot back up. “You didn’t give in to Esteban’s demands, did you? You didn’t hand your company over to your father because of me…”

“No,” Jeremy cuts me off, softly, but firmly. “No, Lilly, I did not. I would have. I want you to know, if it meant I could have gotten you back. But I could not negotiate, nor place trust, in a true madman. The rescue mission was the only way I could be assured I would get you out.”

“What happened?” I ask again. “Jeremy, you have to tell me. What do you mean, you left Stonehart Industries behind? How could you? You dedicated your life to it…”

“And now, I dedicate my life to you,” he says. “I am yours, Lilly Ryder, until my last breath. There is nothing that will come between us, ever again. Our lives—the rest of our lives—will be spent in each other’s’ arms. You are all I have, all I want, or need.”

Dr. Telfair clears his throat. Jeremy stops. I look at him.

“Your full recovery is my number one priority,” the doctor assures me. “But for that to be possible—for me to provide the care you need, and to be able to diagnose your symptoms properly—I need your unwavering trust. And ‘trust’ is the most difficult thing for you to give, I’d imagine, considering the situations you have been put into. But for this to work—for you to heal— I have to know everything. I understand these are painful subjects for you, and memories you do not want to go back to. Nobody would. But Jeremy assures me you have the strength necessary to do that. Trust will be the most vital part of our doctor-patient relationship. I want to see you better, Lilly. Selfishly, for me, you are a fascinating case. I believe, I truly believe, that I can help you recover. But I need you to be willing to give me your full confidence. Even things that you might not be comfortable telling him,” He glances at his brother. “You have to be willing to tell me. That is the only way this will work. If you grant me that, then yes, I will leave my post at Cedar Hills. I will help you recover. But my brother spoke prematurely. I have not committed yet. To do so, I need your full compliance. If you can give me that, then I will.”

I take a deep breath. “That’s quite the speech,” I mutter.

“Lilly,” Jeremy speaks. “It’s essential that Atticus has your trust. It’s true: I did speak early. But I know you want to heal. I know how strong you are. How determined. I know all that, Lilly. So I know that you will be unafraid. Give my brother everything he requires. He is, in full earnest truth, the best doctor money can buy. But you taught me, Lilly, that the best things in life are not bought. They are earned.”

Jeremy looks at his brother. “Dr. Telfair is living proof of that sentiment. He would not accept any amount of money from me. His only condition for taking you on was that he have your unwavering loyalty.”

“You said I would give him that?” I ask.

“I did,” Jeremy confirms. “Because I know you. I know your strength. It is as clear as you are beautiful…”

“Please,” I say, looking away, unexpectedly embarrassed. “Don’t. You don’t think me beautiful. Not when I look…” I run a hand over my shaven scalp, “…like this.”

“You are more beautiful to me today than any day I’ve seen you in the past.” Jeremy tells me, firm in his conviction. “Do you know why? Today represents your safe return to my life. Today is the start of a beautiful beginning for the two of us. Together, Lilly, me and you.”

I look at Dr. Telfair. “It’s trust you want. Is it?” I ask. I laugh a little. “Funny. That is exactly the same thing Jeremy was after.”

“I can give you time to consider,” Dr. Telfair says.

“No.” I shake my head. “If you say that you can help me, I believe you. Jeremy does, and he’s an impeccable judge of character. You want to know what was done to me?” I exhale. “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you all of it. On one condition.”

Jeremy starts in concern. I ignore him. Dr. Telfair narrows his eyes. “And that is?”

“That Jeremy gets to stay at my side the entire time.”

--

Speaking of the cruelties I was put through does not come as easy as I think.

But in the end, I tell it all. From the moment of my kidnapping in downtown San Jose to everything that happened up to the rescue.

We touch down on an enormous, ancient estate that looks like a vineyard. Immediately, I fall in love.

“Now it’s your turn, Jeremy,” I say, after Dr. Telfair leaves us. “What the hell happened? How did you manage the coup? What happened to Esteban, Hugh, and Rose? What did you mean when you said you left Stonehart Industries behind? It wasn’t because of me, was it?”

“Everything I do is because of you, my love,” he tells me, holding me close and kissing my forehead. We walk into an empty bedroom. “Thank you for sharing all that with my brother,” he confides. “In truth, I did not think you could be ready to do it so soon. Neither of us did. He took a month-long sabbatical to come here with me, but beyond that…?” Jeremy trails off. “We just didn’t know how much time you’d need.”

“You brought him here
before
the meeting Esteban arranged or after?”
I ask. Reality is starting to sink in. I’m actually here. I’ve been rescued. I have Jeremy beside me. As it’s starting to sink in, and I’m coming down from the high of finally being safe, I find myself becoming, increasingly anxious. “Jeremy.” I look around the room. “How is this possible? How did you stage all of this? How did you rescue me?”

He sits on the bed. He pats the spot beside him. But when he tries to put his arm around me, I inadvertently shy away.

A flicker of surprise, coupled with a tiny frown, mars his face.

“I’m sorry,” I say quickly. ‘I just—I just don’t want to be touched. Not yet.”

He nods and gives me space. “I understand. You’ve shown incredible strength, Lilly. I am so angry—and I’m so sorry—that you had to go through what you did. It’s only because of me.”

“Don’t be angry,” I say. “You couldn’t have—”

“I
could
,” he interrupts. “Whatever it is you were going to say, I could have. I let you be taken from right under my nose. You don’t understand how I worried, Lilly. How desperate I became with each passing day. I poured all my resources—literally, everything I had—into finding you. And I could not do it sooner. That is my regret. That I let you suffer, so, so much…” He moves to touch my cheek, then remembering my request, stops himself.

“I’m sorry,” he finishes in a whisper.

I bite my lip and take his hand. “You saved me,” I say. “I still can’t believe that this is real. I’m afraid I’ll go to sleep…” I gasp. “The counteragent! Do you have more? Do I need more? You know what they did. They poisoned me. Now I’m ruined, broken…” Despair starts to well up. “…unstable, damaged, insane, just like Paul, just like my father. Only now I know what’s happening. Now I know…”

“Lilly.” Jeremy cuts in over my hysteria. “Lilly, you are safe. You’re with me. The moment I got you out we administered an injection. It’s a slow-acting ester of the same remission drug found in the counteragent. Except that it has a longer half-life of weeks, not hours. You’ll need the injections for the rest of your life. But we can control it. My brother formulated
this ester. It counteracts the effects of the drugs my father gave you in full. Don’t you worry.”

I stare at him. “That’s…unbelievable,” I mutter. I touch my head. “You mean, I really don’t need to worry about the visions? The illusions? The fantasies?”

“No,” Jeremy says. “You get the injections, and never again. I’m having a lifetime supply created at this very moment. You will never have to worry about your sanity again.”

“Thank you,” I breathe. I feel light-headed—almost in shock. “I need to lie down.”

“Right here, my precious Lilly-Flower,” Jeremy tells me. “Rest.” He pulls me into him, and I let him. I close my eyes and nuzzle against his chest. “Rest now. Those demons will never touch you again.”

--

I come to with a gasp. It’s the middle of the night.

There’s a tightness in my chest, and around my neck. For one frantic moment, I think I’m bound, made prisoner again. I rip the sheets off. Drenched in a cold sweat, I grasp for the collar around my neck.

My hands find nothing. I dig my nails into empty skin, trying to rip it off, knowing, just
knowing
that it’s still there.

“Lilly.” Somebody says my name. A deep, male voice that I think I should find familiar. “Lilly, stop!”

Hands close over my own. I struggle against them. I keep trying to claw at my neck, to get the collar off, to get, to get—

“LILLY!”

Jeremy’s yell makes me jump. I look at him, right there beside me, his strong hands holding my own, the muscles of his bare upper body seeming less real than the certainty that the collar was still on…

I realize what I was doing. I stop fighting. I sag back against the headboard, exhausted.

Jeremy loosens his grip. He starts to stroke my fingers in a loving, caressing way. “Tell me what happened,” he implores.

I shake my head, ashamed and embarrassed. I can’t give voice to my thoughts.

“You were clawing at yourself. Tearing at your neck.” He touches a spot where my nails have drawn blood. I wince. “Why?”

“I thought…I thought the collar was still on,” I mutter.

Jeremy brings my hands to his lips. He kisses my fingers one by one. The softness of the gesture makes me feel doubly embarrassed, doubly ashamed.

“It’s gone,” Jeremy says firmly. “It’s gone, Lilly. They’ve all been destroyed. There isn’t a single one left in the world that can harm you. I made sure of that.”

“How?” I whisper.

“How?” Jeremy chuckles. “Easily. I knew where all of them were.”

“And…Paul’s?” I wonder.

“Paul’s is gone too, just as I promised you so long ago.”

“But…” I’m still reeling, still trying to make sense of everything that’s happened to me lately. “But Esteban. He had one. He put it on me. And on you! How—Esteban, and Hugh, and Rose. What happened to them? You still haven’t told me a thing about the rescue!”

“Hugh and Rose are now…” Jeremy pauses for the barest flicker of a moment, “…deceased.”

“What?” I jerk back upright. “No! How?”

“They took the coward’s way out.” Jeremy shakes his head. “Do you remember the story I told you about my mother, my father, and the gun?”

“Of course,” I say softly. “I couldn’t forget.”

“So you know the type of man my father was. The meeting that was arranged, between me and you, was supposed to be his greatest coupe. It was the culmination of everything he’d been scheming. He found an ally in Esteban. You know that. But his real accomplice was Rose.” Jeremy’s grip tightens on my hands. “Fuck me,” he says. “I should have seen it coming. But I got careless, and that nearly cost me you.” He touches my cheek in a tender way. “I have you back, now. Thank God.”

“Hugh?” I remind him softly.

“He and Rose both took a cyanide pill when the militia came.”

“Militia?” I repeat. “
What
?”

“It had to be an army, Lilly. It was the only way that allowed me to get you out of there. Mercenaries. What do you remember last? Do you recall the shaking, the shock waves in the air, the explosions?”

“I—yes, I think I do,” I say. Memories of the final moments before my rescue are blurry. It’s almost as if I viewed them from behind a veil of cloudy liquid.

“A small scale war was waged that day, Lilly.” Jeremy tells me. “My men against Esteban’s. It was the only way I could get you out. I risked everything. But it was the only way I could be assured that maybe—just maybe—I could get you out of there alive.”

“What happened to Esteban?” I breathe. “Is he alive or…dead?”

“Not dead,” Jeremy tells me. “He was captured. He is now being detained as an extremist terrorist. His property has been seized. Everything he had has been seized.”

“Wow,” I say. “This is still so much to take in.”

“No shit,” Jeremy mutters.

I look at him… and start to laugh.

I laugh because his response is so blunt. I laugh because I still cannot come to grips with the fact that I’ve been rescued. I laugh because it feels
good
to laugh, goddammit. It feels even better to have the freedom, to have the ability to do so.

Jeremy looks at me in mock indignation. “Did I say something humorous?” he muses. “This is a gravely serious matter.”

He pauses…and then he breaks out in the most radiant smile I’ve ever seen.

I throw my arms around his neck, full of unbridled joy. He holds me tight, clasping me to his body. In that soft, intimate moment, my laughter turns to sobs.

Jeremy holds me tightly. He strokes my neck, my back. He cups his hand against the back of his head. Even though I hate being reminded that all my hair is gone, I let him. I let him, because he’s letting me dissolve and fall victim to my feelings against him. He does not question me. He just holds me until the tears finally dry up.

“How do you feel?” he asks at the end.

I sniffle and wipe at my nose. “Wonderful,” I tell him in earnest. And then I laugh again. “I can’t believe it’s really you. That we—“ I look around the vacant room. “—are really here.”

“Believe it, Lilly,” he tells me. “Now, go back to sleep. There’s a whole array of tests my brother needs to put you through tomorrow. You need to be fresh for that.”

--

The next morning, at breakfast, I ask Jeremy what he meant when he said that he left Stonehart Industries behind.

“Exactly that,” he responds. “The company still bears my name, and it always will. But it is no longer the vital part of my existence it once was. That honor,” He smiles at me from across the table. “belongs to you.”

“You’re sweet,” I mutter, smiling back at him. “But I have to know what that means in practice. You’ve lived your whole life for Stonehart Industries…”