Engraving by Gustave Doré, 1870
Prologue
Florence, 1290
The poet dropped the note to the floor with a shaking hand. He
sat for several moments, motionless as a statue. Then, with a
great clenching of teeth, he stood to his feet and swept agitatedly through the house, ignoring tables and fragile items, disdaining the other inhabitants of his home.
There was only one person whom he wished to see.
He strode quickly through the city streets, almost breaking into
a run on his way to the river. He stood at the end of the bridge, their bridge, his moist eyes eagerly scanning the adjacent riverbank for the barest glimpse of his beloved.
She was nowhere to be found.
She would never return.
His beloved Beatrice was gone.
“And of that second kingdom will I sing
Wherein the human spirit doth purge itself,
And to ascend to heaven becometh worthy.”
-Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio, Canto I.004-006.
Chapter 1
Professor Gabriel Emerson was sitting in bed, naked, reading
La Nazione, the Florentine newspaper. He’d awoken early in the Palazzo Vecchio penthouse of the Gallery Hotel Art and ordered room service, but he couldn’t resist returning to bed to watch the young woman sleep. She was on her side facing him, breathing softly, a diamond sparkling on her ear. Her cheeks were pink from the
warmth of the room as their bed was bathed in sunshine from the
floor-to-ceiling windows.
The bed covers were deliciously rumpled, smelling of sex and san-
dalwood. His blue eyes glimmered, traveling lazily over her exposed skin and long, dark hair. As he turned back to his newspaper, she
shifted slightly and moaned. Concerned, he tossed the paper aside.
She brought her knees up to her chest, curling into a ball. Low
murmurings came from her lips, and Gabriel leaned closer so he
could decipher what she was saying. But he couldn’t.
All of a sudden, her body twisted and she let out a heart-wrench-
ing cry. Her arms flailed as she wrestled with the sheet that shrouded her.
“Julianne?” He placed a gentle hand on her bare shoulder, but
she cringed away from him.
She began muttering his name, over and over again, her tone
growing progressively more panicked.
“Julia, I’m here,” he raised his voice. Just as he reached for her again, she sat bolt upright, gasping for air.
“Are you all right?” Gabriel moved closer, resisting the urge to
touch her. She was breathing roughly, and under his watchful gaze, she fanned a shaking hand over her eyes.
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“Julia?”
After a long, tense minute, she looked at him, eyes wide.
He frowned. “What happened?”
She swallowed loudly. “A nightmare.”
“What was it about?”
“I was in the woods behind your parents’ house, back in
Selinsgrove.”
Gabriel’s eyebrows knit together behind his dark-rimmed glasses.
“Why would you dream about that?”
She inhaled, drawing the sheet over her exposed breasts and up
to her chin. The linen was full and white, swallowing her petite frame whole before billowing cloudlike over the mattress. She reminded
him of an Athenian statue.
He ran his fingers gently over her skin. “Julianne, talk to me.”
She squirmed under his piercing blue eyes, but he would not
let her go. “The dream began beautifully. We made love under the
stars, and I fell asleep in your arms. When I woke up you were gone.”
“You dreamed I made love to you, then abandoned you?” His
tone cooled to mask his discomfort.
“I woke up in the orchard without you once,” she reproached
him softly.
The fire in his belly was instantly quenched. He thought back to
the magical evening six years ago when they first met, when they simply talked and held each other. He’d awoken the following morning
and wandered away, leaving a sleeping teenage girl all alone. Surely her anxiety was understandable if not pitiable.
He unwound her clenched fingers one by one and kissed them
repentantly. “I love you, Beatrice. I’m not going to leave you. You know that, right?”
“It would hurt so much more to lose you now.”
With a frown he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pressing
her cheek to his chest. A myriad of memories crowded his mind as
he thought back to what had transpired the evening before. He’d
gazed on her naked form for the first time and initiated her into
the intimacies of lovemaking. She’d shared her innocence with him, and he thought he’d made her happy. Certainly it had been one of
the best evenings of his life. He pondered that fact for a moment.
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“Do you regret last night?”
“No. I’m glad you were my first. It’s what I wanted since we met.”
He placed his hand on her cheek, tracing her skin with his thumb.
“I’m honored to have been your first.” He leaned forward, his eyes unblinking. “But I want to be your last.”
She smiled and lifted her lips to meet his. Before he could em-
brace her, the chimes of Big Ben filled the room.
“Ignore it,” he whispered fiercely, his arm stretching across her
body, pushing her to recline beneath him.
Her eyes darted over his shoulder to where his iPhone lay on the
desk. “I thought she wasn’t going to call you anymore.”
“I’m not answering, so it doesn’t matter.” He kneeled between her
legs and lifted the sheet from her body. “In my bed, there’s only us.”
She searched his eyes as he began to bring their naked bodies
into closer contact.
Gabriel leaned forward to kiss her, but she turned her head. “I
haven’t brushed my teeth.”
“I don’t care.” He lowered his lips to her neck, kissing across her quickening pulse.
“I’d like to clean up first.”
He huffed in frustration, leaning on one elbow. “Don’t let Paulina ruin what we have.”
“I’m not.” She tried to roll out from under him and take the
sheet with her, but he caught hold of it. He gazed over the rims of his glasses, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I need the sheet to make the bed.”
Her eyes traveled from the white fabric that was clutched between
her fingers, to his face. He looked like a panther waiting to pounce.
She glanced over the side of the bed at the pile of clothes on the floor.
They were beyond her reach.
“What’s the problem?” he asked, stifling a grin.
Julia blushed and gripped the material more tightly. With a
chuckle, he released the sheet and pulled her into his arms.
“You don’t need to be shy. You’re beautiful. If I had my wish,
you’d never wear clothes again.”
He pressed his lips to her earlobe, gently touching the diamond
stud. He was certain his adoptive mother, Grace, would have been
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happy that her earrings found their way to Julia. With another brief kiss, he turned away, sliding over to sit on the edge of the bed.
She slipped into the washroom but not before Gabriel caught
sight of her alluring back as she dropped the sheet just outside the door.
While brushing her teeth, she thought about what had transpired.
Making love with Gabriel had been a very emotional experience,
and even now her heart felt the aftershocks. That wasn’t surprising considering their history. She’d wanted him since she spent a chaste night with him in an orchard when she was seventeen, but he’d been gone when she awoke the next morning. He’d forgotten her in the
aftermath of a drunken, drug-induced haze. Six long years passed
before she saw him again, and then, he didn’t remember her.
When she encountered him again on the first day of his graduate
seminar at the University of Toronto, he was attractive but cold, like a distant star. She hadn’t believed then that she’d become his lover.
She hadn’t believed it possible that the temperamental and arrogant Professor would reciprocate her affection.
There were so many things she hadn’t known. Sex was a kind
of knowledge, and now she knew the sting of sexual jealousy in a
manner she’d never experienced before. The mere idea of Gabriel
doing what they’d done with some other woman, and in his case
many other women, made her heart ache.
She knew that Gabriel’s trysts were different from what they’d
shared — that they were assignations not brought about by love or
affection. But he’d undressed them, seen them naked, and entered
their bodies. After being with him, how many of those women craved more? Paulina had. She and Gabriel had maintained contact over the years since they conceived and lost a child together.
Julia’s new understanding of sex changed her view of his past
and made her more sympathetic to Paulina’s plight. And all the
more guarded against losing Gabriel to her or to any other woman.
Julia gripped the edge of the vanity as a wave of insecurity washed over her. Gabriel loved her; she believed this. But he was also a gentleman and would never reveal that their union had left him wanting.
And what of her own behavior? She’d asked questions and talked
when she expected that most lovers would have been silent. She’d
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