one to Christina and asked in a defeated tone, âVery well, who did she imagine I was shooting at?â
Christina gulped the brandy to avoid replying and Maria just stared out the window, but Gabriel knew what the answer was: their uncle. Or conceivably the Gogmagog thing. Lizzie might have mistaken the apparition for her husband the first timeâor twoâbut had apparently not been fooled forever.
Jealous husband, he thought bitterly, shoots at immortal vampire rival.
And then he drained his glass in several eye-watering swallows and went back to refill it, for the thought had occurred to him that the apparition might have taken the form of Walter Deverell.
Christina finished her own glass and, staring out the window, seemed to brace herself. âSoon,â she said levelly, âthere may be two phantom infants in that crib.â
For a moment Gabriel wasnât able to take a deep breath, and then he was panting. âYes, probably!â he burst out. âBut I will shoot him, if I get the chance. Iâve got silver bullets.â
âI wish you didnât carry that firearm about,â said Maria.
He drew his hand back as if to throw his refilled glass, then just set it down carefully beside the bottle. âWilliam will marry eventually,â he said in a quieter tone. âHeâll try to have childrenâhe doesnât believe any of this.â
âNot even in God,â said Maria sadly, shaking her head, âwho is our only hope.â
âAnd an unhelpfully remote and theoretical hope, at that,â Gabriel snapped. âHe was shot once, though, wasnât he? Our monstrous uncle, not God. In your story, Christina, your âFolio Q.ââ
Christina rocked her head back and stared at the high plaster ceiling. âThe story took place in Italy, and it concerned a man who didnât dare look in a mirror. He was threatened by a rival in love, but he let down his guard, and his rival shot him, in the mouth, and yes, it was with a silver bullet; he never really recovered. He died not long afterward, in Venice.â She lowered her head and looked at her siblings. âPapa told me once that he got the little petrified statue in Venice, before he came to Englandâhe said it showed him visions of Mama. And he implied ⦠that the acquiring of it put his soul in peril.â
Maria muttered something doleful in Italian.
Christina went on, âI seem to beâour uncle seems to beâwriting a sequel now, in which heâs alive again, in London.â
âWe need to read this sequel,â said Gabriel. âI wish you hadnât burned âFolio Q.ââ
Christina gave him a stricken look. âIâm sorry, IâIâve destroyed the new page too! I didnât thinkââ
For several long seconds none of them spoke.
At last Gabriel said, gently, âYou remember it, though.â
âYesâyes.â
âAnd if you write moreâif he does, that isâyou can save it.â When Christina nodded, he fished Lizzieâs automatic-writing pencil disk out of his pocket and tossed it to her. She caught it deftly. âUse this,â he said, âif it will help. I donât want it in the house.â
Maria frowned, but Christina nodded and gingerly put the thing into the side pocket of her habit.
âAnd,â Gabriel went on, though it actually made his forehead sweat to say it, âhe claims that my wife is with child by ⦠by a vampire wearing my appearance, is that right? Does he actually ⦠mention Lizzie by name?â
Christina sighed and nodded. âLizzie Siddal.â
âDamn him, her name is Rossetti now, Elizabeth Rossetti .â Gabriel jammed his fists in his coat pockets and paced to the far wall and back, staring around at all the portraits of his wife.
âIf she is with child,â he asked finally, âas the ghosts and devils claimâwho is
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