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killing.” I heard Angus clear his throat. When I glanced at him, he nodded with a glimmer of recognition in his eyes, remembering my reluctance to hurt anything.
    “Anyway, the Storm God knew how important her song is to a Siren. It’s her identity. So he took mine away when he turned me human, the rat bastard. I could never put you under my spell, Jerry, even if I’d wanted to get you that way. I was just ordinary Gloriana when you met me and f-fell in love.” No, not crying. He’d finally remember me, he had to. “And you stayed in love with me for four centuries. Through good times and bad.” I twisted my hands in my lap when all I wanted to do was touch him again, feel his skin against mine. But his incredulous face, his hard eyes kept me from making that move.
    “In love? Sounds like an obsession. I loved you even when you had sex with other men? You just admitted you couldn’t be content with just one man because of the ‘Siren’ in you.” He jerked to his feet so suddenly the couch rocked. “By God, woman, was I not enough for you?”
    If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought he was struggling not to hit me. But my Jerry never touched a woman in anger. This Jerry, this stranger with a face that could have been carved from the stones of the castle itself, paced the floor, smacking his fist into his palm. I glanced at Angus and wished I hadn’t. He’d lost all sympathy for me, sending me a mental message to get the hell out of his home. I shook my head.
    Jerry stopped in front of me, clearly waiting for an answer. I hated myself for hurting him. Why hadn’t he been enough? Sure, I’d had my reasons for taking breaks. His controlling attitude for one. But now was not the time to trot out those issues. I was desperate to make a connection with him.
    “I loved you, Jerry. I did. I’m flawed, I guess. But now that I know what was wrong with me, the Siren part of me, I’m determined to change. To fix this.” I got up, desperate to get close again, but a pounding on the door stopped me.
    “That’s got to be the doctor.” Angus got up. “And just in time. Quit pressuring him, Gloriana. And I think it best if Jeremiah decides for himself if he wants to forgive a womanwho betrayed him.” Angus brushed past me, his frown making it obvious he’d just as soon I hit the road.
    “He’s right. I have to decide for myself.” Jerry shook his head. “I have too much to think about right now. Too many things to get used to. A bloody Siren.” He stared up at the ceiling, obviously overwhelmed by what he’d just heard. “Shit. If I didn’t think you were somehow the key to getting my mind back, I’d toss you out on your ass right now. Instead…” He pushed his fingers into his hair in a familiar gesture that made my heart turn over. “Well, hell, I don’t get it, but I need to understand it.”
    “You want me to stay?” I stepped back as a tall handsome man stalked into the room as if he owned it. He was blond, blue-eyed and wore a suit that cost more than the rental car I’d driven to the castle, his tie a clan plaid. He swept me with a glance and then dismissed me before fixing his bright gaze on Jerry. Jerry nodded at me before focusing on the new arrival.
    “Thank you, Laird. Jeremiah Campbell?” He held out his hand and Jerry shook it. “Sir, I’m Bartholomew O’Connor, your doctor if you’ll permit it. Call me Bart. Let’s go to your bedroom and I’ll have a look at you without everyone gawking, shall we? Your father told me a bit about what happened.” He held up a hand when Angus started to protest. “This is between Jeremiah and me. Am I correct, Jeremiah?”
    “Yes, you are, Bart. And call me Jerry.” He glanced at me. “It seems to be what my friends call me these days.”
    “Excellent. Show me the way.” Bart stopped next to the door to collect a large black bag then followed Jerry out of the room.
    “Well, that was high-handed.” Angus muttered, picking up the