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I have been trying nearly every MMO I could get my hands on since the days of Ragnarok Online, because the concept is so appealing. But they were all just so bad. Until Wildstar. It is truly the first MMO that I ever actually enjoyed. And it will be missed dearly. As we near the first anniversary of its shut down, it felt this all just needed to be said again.
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Wild Star read online by Katherine Coulter (Page 6)
She’s sleeping, poor thing.
I’ll make sure she has dinner later when she wakes up. Let me help you get dressed, Mrs. Byroni, just don’t make any noise.
Coming out of the cabin, Byronie saw Ira. He whistled in admiration, which gave her confidence.
— Amazing, dear, just charming! With a silent question in his eyes, he looked at the closed cabin door.
— Irene is sleeping. Eileen thinks it’s best not to wake her up. nine0003
— Then let’s go. Ira offered her his dainty hand, set off by the rich fabric of his black suit.
— Today we will not sit at the table with the captain. Several of my business friends booked a separate table. I think they’ll be glad to have your company, dear.
He was not mistaken. There were Mr Lacey, a steel mill owner, a big New York investor Mr Daney, and a newspaper owner Mr Kornfield. Byronie understood that it was important to Ira that their attention to her was important. I look good, she told herself, straightening her shoulders and sending a smile to the beginning balding Ezra Lacy.
nine0003
“Gentlemen,” she said, “please keep talking. And I will listen and gain experience.
The dining room was brightly lit. On tables covered with snow-white linen tablecloths, silver cutlery and plates made of the finest Chinese porcelain sparkled. She tried the oysters and found them excellent. At the sound of a man behind her laughing, Byronie turned slightly in her chair and looked towards the captain’s table.
She almost dropped her glass. Staring at her intently, narrowing his eyes so dark that they seemed black, was none other than the same player. nine0003
She was thrown hot and cold at the same time. She shook her head involuntarily, closing her eyes for a second. It was him, Byronie had no doubt. She met his gaze again and smiled. He raised his hand in greeting.
Byronie was stunned: he was even more handsome than she imagined in her dreams, in a black suit, and a snow-white shirt peeked out from under a pearl-gray vest. In the light of the candelabra, her hair, black as the fabric of a suit, and the same mustache shone brightly.
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Are you sick, Mrs. Butler?
She forced herself to calm down.
Not at all, Mr Lacey. Can you tell me, sir, who is the gentleman over there at the captain’s table?
— Ah! This is Brent Hammond. New businessman in San Francisco. Next week he opens a saloon called the Wild Star.
“That’s it,” she said absently. In the same city. She knew, of course, that he lived in San Francisco. Badly. Why was he looking at her so intently with those bottomless eyes? nine0003
She tried to focus on what was going on at her table. Overheard Mr. Lacey, in connection with Hammond, saying something about some «duchess» and her house. What is a «duchess»? Wife? Mistress? And what is this house they were talking about?
Brent was still looking at Byroni. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Yes, it was her, but he was struck by her completely different appearance. She was luxuriously and very expensively dressed — he recognized the hand of Monsieur David. Her smooth shoulders were set off by the light white lace trimming of her dress, hinting at the rounded breasts hidden by it.
Her honey-colored hair was tied high on her head, and only one lovely curl fell casually over her shoulder. She had a thin, fragile neck, exquisitely graceful, like everything else. Brent glanced at the four men sitting at the same table with her and recognized three of them. After a pause, he turned to Captain O’Malley. nine0003
— Who is that lady, sir, the one sitting next to Ezra Lacy?
Captain O’Malley broke away from his companion Delaney Saxton for a second.
— This is the new Mrs. Butler, sir.
Brent, who was flirting shamelessly with Delaney Saxton’s young wife Chauncey, felt an icy cold come over him. Ira’s wife! God, he’s almost like a father to her! He looked at the aristocratic profile of Ira Baines Butler and felt a surge of intense hatred for the man. nine0003
But why the hell does this surprise and annoy him? He knew what she was. That dirty old man in San Diego told him all about her. So she married a rich man, as he expected. Another Laurel.
Brent’s fingers dug into the glass. Despicable female! The depth of his own anger startled and discouraged Brent. What the hell is his business? He has nothing in common with her. Absolutely nothing.
Byroni. Byronie Butler.
This cold-blooded Ira Butler is probably making love to her in the dark. nine0003
Brent wanted this damned dinner to be over as soon as possible so he could get out of the dining room. What for? To lick his wounds alone, an inner voice laughed at him.
Byroni didn’t eat anything else. She was sick. She tried to focus her attention on the gentlemen’s recurring gallant remarks about her. She saw Brent get up from the captain’s table and leave the saloon. She watched him through half-closed lashes. He was bigger than she thought when she remembered him, but immaculately slender. nine0003
— Darling, are you feeling uncomfortable?
— Oh, yes, Ira. Apparently I’m a little tired. Was there a hint of guilt in her words?
— So let me show you to your cabin.
She said goodnight to the gentlemen and shook hands with Ira. Brent Hammond was nowhere to be seen. She sighed, relieved and at the same time somewhat disappointed.
Ira entered the cabin with her to see Irene. She was still sleeping. Eileen still sat motionless by her bed. nine0003
“See you tomorrow, dear,” Ira said softly and kissed her forehead gently. — Get enough sleep.
Byroni tried to calm down, but she couldn’t.
She paced up and down the cabin until she realized that Eileen’s dark eyes were drilling into her back. She suddenly grabbed a new sapphire cloak and whispered,
“I’ll be on deck for a little while, Eileen.
Byroni didn’t think she would meet Brent. After all, he was not just a poker lover, the game was his profession. nine0003
She walked across the wide deck, ignoring the men who raised their hats as she passed. She found a secluded spot for herself, away from the rest of the passengers, and leaning on the deck railing, she stared out over the calm dark waters.
“We will now pass through the Kerkines Strait,” she heard a quiet low voice behind her. — In the meantime, we are sailing along the Gulf of Sao Paolo — you probably do not know these places.
She turned quickly and her eyes rested on his neck. She slowly raised her face until her gaze caught up with his. nine0003
«Kirkines Strait,» she repeated mechanically.
— Yes, we are sailing due east now and will soon enter the mouth of the Sacramento River.
— There are so many rivers and bays… so much water…
— Yes, it is.
— I didn’t expect to see you again, Mr. Hammond.
He raised a thick black eyebrow.
— You may remember that I live in San Francisco. I’m even more surprised than you. You were so far away from San Diego… I see you quickly recognized my name. nine0003
— Yes, indeed. I understand you’re opening a saloon in San Francisco?
“Yes, I do,” he replied, and his eyes sparkled. “You look great, ma’am.
Byroni smiled mockingly:
— I suspect it’s a little different than when we first met.
You were beautiful even with a floury nose.
— As I understand it, you are married to one of the richest people in San Francisco.
She heard almost undisguised contempt in his tone and went cold. nine0003
“Ira is rich, I was told about it,” she remarked cautiously. She really wanted to touch him. Stupid! Brainless fool!
— I did not expect that with your .. appearance and ingenuous charm you would marry a poor man. But he is old, Mrs. Butler, so old that you can hardly expect children from him.
Why is he irritated? In the dim light, Byronie peered into his face, trying to find an answer to her silent question. And she didn’t say anything.
— So, Mrs. Butler? he spoke slowly and haughtily. How do you like your marriage? Have you already convinced yourself that selling a body to a rich person involves more than unpleasant duties? nine0003
She gasped at this obvious insult.
— I don’t understand, Mr. Hammond. Why do you…
Brent interrupted Byronie with a sharp wave of his hand in front of her nose.
Don’t pretend, Mrs. Butler. When I first met you, I thought… Okay, whatever. Not so often a woman turns out to be what she seems at first glance.
— And what did I look like to you, sir?
— Kind, unspoiled, innocent. These honest words burst from the depths of his being before he could contain himself. nine0003
«Until we talked to Jeb Donnelly,» she said dully. — Now I got it. He is a dirty old drunkard, my father’s bosom friend, worthy of no less contempt. You surprise me, Mr. Hammond. It seemed to me that a player, a professional player, should understand people better.
Brent studied her pale face, marveling at the bitter note in her voice, but nevertheless quipped:
— He may be an old fool, but he told me that you would have to look for a rich husband away from San Diego. How can you guess that Californian’s seed didn’t germinate? nine0003
Before she could think, Byronie swung and slapped him with all her might. He grabbed her wrist and felt the fragile bones under his fingers.
“You… bastard,” Byronie hissed. — You don’t know anything! How dare you repeat what that old man told you?
Brent let go of her hand.
— A lady shouldn’t hit a gentleman, should she?
You are not a gentleman.
— You are not a lady. I warn you, one more blow, or at least a try, and I will repay you in kind. nine0003
Trembling with rage, she spoke in a broken voice:
“I had to marry him!” Do you understand? No, don’t say anything else! It is clear that you will never understand anything. You are too dumb!
She turned on her heels, but he grabbed her arm and turned her back to face him.
— So, then, his seed did germinate in your beautiful body? However, this is nothing special. Since you’re not a lady and your precious husband has nothing to do with it, why don’t we…» He suddenly broke off, pounced on her and kissed her tightly on her compressed lips. nine0003
She froze in shock, but only for a moment.
He held her arms tightly to her sides, and she could not move.
His lips were hard, demanding, hostile. Suddenly he eased their pressure, and she felt his tongue slide over her lower lip, carefully and gently, and his hand covered her breasts. She rushed out of his embrace and, as if wiping her lips, ran her hand over them.
— Are you…
— Scum?
Brent’s mocking voice made her blush. nine0003
— It looks like your precious husband hasn’t taught you how to please a man yet. Learn more, my dear. If you’ll be kind to me, I’ll teach you how to…
He suddenly screamed in pain, clutching his groin with both hands.
Reeling with rage and a terrible kick from her foot, Byronie turned and fled, lifting her skirts high.
Suppressing a natural bout of nausea, the crouching Brent could not straighten up until the terrible pain had let go. Damn bitch! He managed to gradually restore normal breathing. Slowly straightening up, he looked at the deck. Byronie was nowhere to be seen. nine0003
“You will pay me for this,” he said softly.
Byroni ran to the cabin. She paused at the door and leaned her forehead against it. Tears burned her eyes, and she angrily brushed them from her face. Terrible person! How wrong she was to think of him. No meanness in her eyes…
What a fool she was! He is as impudent as all men, if not worse. She ran the back of her hand over her lips. Disgusting pervert!
Brent remained on deck, thinking about how to get to Byrony again. Unfortunately, usually each of his meetings with a woman ended with him putting her to bed. He had little idea how much time had passed when he heard the piercing scream. He tensed and, rushing towards the sound, saw a man trying to throw a woman overboard. nine0003
Brent, beside himself, screamed and rushed to the wrestlers. The man tried to lift the woman onto the railing, got tangled in her long cape, hit her on the back.
— What’s going on? Stop!
The woman fell to her knees on the slippery deck, trying to swallow her breath.
— Mrs. Saxton! My God, ma’am, what the hell? What’s going on here? What is this guy?
“It’s all right,” Chauncey Saxton breathed, her whole body shaking. She raised her whitened face to Brent:
— He tried to kill me.
Brent swore low and long. All this seemed to him somehow madness. One woman nearly hurt him, he saved another…
— Come on, ma’am, he’s already gone. Brent put his arm around her and lifted her off her knees.
“Del,” she whispered. — Please…
My husband…
A man flew up to them headlong:
— What the hell?!
“Your wife, Saxton,” Brent said calmly. “Thank God, she’s all right. nine0003
Chauncey pulled away from his embrace and clung to her husband.
Brent watched Delaney soothe his wife and felt something like jealousy.
— What happened? Delaney Sexton asked him.
— Looks like someone tried to throw Chauncey overboard. — Brent lowered his voice:
— Possibly attempted rape.
Brent saw Saxton’s face turn into an expression of wild fury. He heard how he quietly persuaded his wife.
— Hammond, did you see his face?
Before answering, Brent lit a manila cigar, puffing on the smoke. The incident shocked him, and he wondered what, in fact, was happening.
— He was dressed very simply, with a knitted cap pulled over his forehead. Hearing my approach, he ran off in the direction of the stern ladder.
He heard Mrs. Saxton sigh.
— I didn’t see him. Del. He was behind me and I didn’t recognize his voice.
— What did he say, my love? Do not remember?
— Something like «I’m sorry.» nine0003
«Penitent,» Brent muttered.
Why the hell would anyone want to kill Del Saxton’s wife? Pointless, completely pointless.
Unless, of course, this guy is crazy…
— Hammond, can you ask Captain O’Malley to come to our cabin?
Brent nodded as he watched Saxton pick up his wife and walk away with her.
He eyed the couple thoughtfully, then tossed the cigar into the dark still water. She could have died if he hadn’t been on deck. If he hadn’t insulted Byroni, this guy would have killed Chauncey Saxton. Brent felt pain at the memory of the words he had thrown in Byroni’s face. nine0003
But it was true, he told himself, straightening up to his full height.
What if not? What if she is what she looks like — innocent, kind and pure?
Damn it! The world seemed to be turned upside down. He did not want to offend her, she means nothing to him. Everything connected with her does not concern him at all.
He went looking for the captain, realizing that the chance of tracking down the man who tried to kill Chauncey Saxton was close to zero.
Brent assisted the investigation. But he could not identify any of the interrogated men. And no wonder, he decided much later, when he finally got into bed. Why would someone want to kill Chauncey Saxton? nine0003
Why did Byronie marry Ira Butler?
Get out of my head, you pathetic little.
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He finally fell asleep, and in his dream he saw a man trying to throw Byroni into the river. He tried to save her, she screamed his name, but he did not have time. And he saw how her blue cloak wrapped around her and carried her into the black abyss.
Brent woke up in a sweat. The devil would take her!
His body trembled with desire. He suddenly remembered her bitter words: I had to marry him. nine0003
But what did she expect? As a result of love, a child usually appears. Well at least Ira married her. He mentally scolded her again and rolled over on his stomach, for deep inside he still felt pain. Early in the morning, Brent saw Chauncey and Delaney Saxton leave the Purple Queen. He did not blame Delaney, but if he were in his place, he would have stayed on the ship to see if the man would repeat his attempt or not.
And protect what was his.
He saw Byronie walking on deck with her husband and his stepsister. Byronie looked pale. nine0003
Brent wanted to splatter Ira’s pretty face.
He turned away, not wanting to show her husband that they knew each other.
Chapter 6
Brent had only taken a couple of steps when Ira’s voice was heard behind him:
«Mr. Hammond!» Would you like to have coffee with us?
“Yes, Hammond, indeed,” Ezra Lacey agreed.
Brent looked at Byroni, but she was looking at her hands in her lap.
— Thank you, with pleasure. nine0003
— You know my sister Irene. And this is my wife, Byroni. Ladies, this is Brent Hammond, a relatively new addition to the San Francisco business world.
«Mr. Hammond,» Irene greeted him.
«Miss Butler, Mrs Butler,» Brent bowed.
“It’s a shame,” said Ezra Lacey, shaking his head as he handed Brent a cup of coffee. Ira is already thinking about getting off the steamer with the ladies after what happened last night.
— I take it, Mr. Hammond, you saved Saxton’s wife? nine0003
«Fortunately I stayed on deck,» Brent agreed. He didn’t think Del would want to make this story public, and he remarked, not wanting to push the subject further:
— This guy is probably far away now.
— Too bad Mrs. Saxton had to go through this.
— Yes. That scoundrel probably wanted to rob her,” said Irene.
Brent was skeptical of her conclusion, but decided it was best to agree.
You are undoubtedly right, ma’am. nine0003
Feeling Byronie’s eyes on him, he slowly turned to her. Her face was tense, shadows under her eyes. “Yes,” he thought angrily, “it’s obvious that her conscience is tormenting her, that’s why she didn’t close her eyes.” And he said aloud, strictly controlling his voice:
— You look a little tired, Mrs. Butler. I hope the excitement of the night didn’t affect you too much.
Byroni bit her bottom lip. Insolent, low bastard, still scoffs!
“Not at all,” she answered.
«My wife was sleeping peacefully at the time,» Ira remarked, patting Brent’s arm.
Brent wanted to hit him. The thought that he was touching her, possessing her, stirred up a storm in him.
“It seems that I am losing the last vestiges of self-control,” he said to himself.
“And all because of a woman who is just an empty dream.” He heard Ezra Lacey laugh and said:
— These are my new husbands! Are you up to business conversations when a charming wife is nearby? nine0003
“I remember we did a lot last night,” Ira said. “But I know you well, Ezra, and I understand that you are ready to keep me busy until we arrive in Sacramento.
— Really, buddy, I should show you some papers if you have time. Perhaps Mr. Hammond would agree to entertain the ladies a little?
Brent saw Byronie look at him in fear, but agreed easily:
— With great pleasure, gentlemen. I will be happy to draw their attention to all interesting places and try not to let them get bored. He turned to Irene. “For example, do you know, ma’am, that we are not far from Hawk Farm now?” Now there is Mr. Sutter and one of his sons. As I understand it, he has changed a lot. nine0003
— Do you mind, dear? asked Ira Byroni. — I do not for a long time.
What could she say?
“I’ll probably go back to my place,” Irene remarked.
“And take advantage of the fine morning, Byronie. Gentlemen, she said goodbye.
Ira helped her sister up. A second later, Byronie was looking at Brent Hammond. She felt as if there was no one else in the world besides the two of them, even though the passengers were only three feet away from them.
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Chauncey fiddled with the fringes of her warm shawl—Del insisted that she beware of drafts in the evenings, which, however, were not in the house. — The Butlers’ maid, Eileen, behaved incomprehensibly. — That’s it, dear. I’ll ask Ira what’s the matter. Tomorrow. Okay? Yes, thank you. I saw Lucas kiss Mary,” she added. — Oh my God, this was just not enough! Shouldn’t it be time for me to pin Lucas against the wall and question his intentions? And why not load the shotgun first? nine0003 “Stupid,” Chauncey grumbled. You are probably right. Mary will handle it just fine without our intervention. * * * «He’s upstairs in the office, Dr. Morris,» Nero reported. “I wouldn’t want to disturb him unless it’s a very important matter. — Thanks for the warning, Nero. It’s important, otherwise I wouldn’t risk my head. “He got so drunk last night,” Nero added, “that I almost had to carry him on my back. nine0003 — Good. So he’s tired and won’t attack me. He knocked on the closed door and heard a most ungracious, almost lion-like roar: — Come in! What do you need? Saint closed the door tightly and entered Brent’s small office. For a few seconds he settled into his chair. — Well? — Oh, we seem annoyed, don’t we? — Saint, if you came at Maggie’s request… — No, not at all. I just wanted to hear what you know about Byronie Butler’s intention to leave San Francisco. “Yeah,” he remarked to himself, “he pecked.” nine0003 — It is only known that she is leaving. Satisfied? Now, damn it, leave me alone. Saint sat comfortably in his chair, crossing his outstretched legs. “Strange…” he said thoughtfully after a short silence. — What’s strange? Brent straightened up, gazing at Cent. — She is not leaving. «Yes,» Brent breathed, seemingly leaving no air in his lungs. “So, she lied here, too.” I should have realized that it was all a game, everything… She is sick. Brent felt himself turn pale. He jumped up from his chair, crossed the room and stopped right in front of Saint. — What do you want to say? he asked in a choked voice. — I want to say that I was at Del’s in the morning. He told me that Chauncey tried to enter the Butler house, but the maid wouldn’t let her in. She said that Mrs. Butler was in bed and that the doctor told her not to let anyone in. — So you are her doctor, damn it! What’s wrong with her, Saint? Brent suddenly recoiled as if he’d been punched in the stomach. “I doubt it,” said Saint. Ira didn’t invite me. I don’t know who is using it. Brent was mentally counting how many days had passed since he had last seen her. Four… no, five. She told him that she felt fine, except for a slight cough. “You should go to her,” he said. Saint himself decided to go to the Butlers’ house to find out. “Yes, I think so,” he replied, getting up. — And then you will tell me what it is, okay? nine0003 “Yes,” agreed Saint. — I’ll tell you. He gave his friend a knowing, sympathetic look, but Brent didn’t notice. * * * — Are you crazy? Saint couldn’t believe what he heard. He glared at Ira with a grim look. — I tell you, Saint, my wife has her own doctor. He watches her carefully. — Marcus Farnsworth is a notorious charlatan! He is a healer! He understands medicine as much as my horse! No, less. At least my horse doesn’t kill people! nine0003 Ira got up from his chair and folded his trembling hands behind his back. — I agreed to receive you, Saint, thinking that you need something, but not at all for you to attack me. “Ira,” Saint said softly, “I want to see Byroni. — No. Marcus thinks she has brain inflammation. He believes that this is one of the varieties of female hysteria. — Nonsense! Ira was patient. It is foolish to argue with Saint. Look, Saint, Marcus knows what he’s doing. nine0003 I’m sorry you don’t trust him, but I do. He helps her, I see. “I want to see her,” Saint repeated. He won’t back down, Ira thought, looking at the man he respected, loved, and now a little afraid of. He spread his hands in annoyance. — Well, if you want, come after noon, at two o’clock. Deal? Exactly at two o’clock Saint was going up the stairs to Byroni’s room. Marcus Farnsworth wasn’t there, which was probably for the best, Saint decided. Although he wanted to bring this fool to clean water. Wow — female hysteria! nine0003 Byroni was asleep. — What did he give her? he asked Ira. — In my opinion, tincture of opium. I hoped she wouldn’t fall asleep. And of course, I wanted you to talk to her. True, in the morning she felt bad. She completely lost her head and just did not rage. My God, frowning thought, looking at the girl, Saint, what the hell is he to do? He ran a hand through his hair, never taking his eyes off Byronie’s face. nine0003 After all, it’s none of his business if Michel’s mother is not Byroni, but Irene. — Tell me, Ira, how does Farnsworth think this could end? “He is full of hope,” Ira replied, “but he says that this kind of illness is going hard. He asked if I could call a doctor from Sacramento, a man who deals with… these kinds of diseases. «I’m imagining all kinds of devilry,» thought Saint, getting up from the bed. — Byronie? She felt as if some heavy weight was pressing on her mind and body. It was very difficult to keep my eyes open. I just wanted to sleep. But she heard Senta’s voice. “Sept,” she whispered. — Drink … — Of course, dear. He quickly poured a glass of water from a pitcher on the table. — Here, drink. Just slow down. She took every sip with great difficulty. — Why are you here, Saint? — I was worried about you. He carefully wrapped his fingers around her limp hand. — How are you feeling? nine0003 — Weakness… I am very weak. — It’s because of the opium tincture, I think. You will be all right soon. Then…” Saint trailed off as she forgot herself again. He stood up and pursed his lips resolutely, forming his final opinion. “Thank you, Ira,” he said. I think she will get better soon. 
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She has a cool temper. 
Brent closed his eyes. He felt so tired, so miserable, that he was unable to stand on his feet. 
She’s probably pregnant again, right? Is this the case? nine0003 
It was a drug dream. Saint sat next to her on the bed and carefully felt for a pulse, then leaned over and listened to her heart. The pulse was thready, the heart worked normally. She looked pale and sick. 
He was about to leave the room when a faint moan came from the bed. He turned and quickly stepped back. nine0003 