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Chapters (65)
  1. Cover
  2. Readers LOVE Amanda Brittany
  3. About the Author
  4. Also by Amanda Brittany
  5. The Island House
  6. Dedication
  7. Epigraph
  8. PART ONE
  9. Chapter 1
  10. Chapter 2
  11. Chapter 3
  12. Chapter 4
  13. Chapter 5
  14. Chapter 6
  15. Chapter 7
  16. Chapter 8
  17. Chapter 9
  18. PART TWO
  19. Chapter 10
  20. Chapter 11
  21. Chapter 12
  22. Chapter 13
  23. Chapter 14
  24. Chapter 15
  25. Chapter 16
  26. Chapter 17
  27. Chapter 18
  28. Chapter 19
  29. Chapter 20
  30. Chapter 21
  31. Chapter 22
  32. Chapter 23
  33. Chapter 24
  34. Chapter 25
  35. Chapter 26
  36. Chapter 27
  37. Chapter 28
  38. Chapter 29
  39. PART THREE
  40. Chapter 30
  41. Chapter 31
  42. Chapter 32
  43. Chapter 33
  44. Chapter 34
  45. Chapter 35
  46. Chapter 36
  47. Chapter 37
  48. PART FOUR
  49. Chapter 38
  50. Chapter 39
  51. Chapter 40
  52. Chapter 41
  53. Chapter 42
  54. Chapter 43
  55. Chapter 44
  56. Chapter 45
  57. Epilogue
  58. Keep reading for an excerpt from I Lie in Wait …
  59. Prologue
  60. Chapter 1
  61. Author’s Note
  62. Acknowledgements
  63. Dear Reader …
  64. Keep Reading …
  65. About the Publisher

‘I saw her,’ Lori says. ‘I saw her knock you out. She bashed your head with a boat oar. I wanted to help you, made my way down to the sea, but when I got there, you’d gone.’

‘Who?’

‘Faith.’

‘Faith?’ Alice’s friend? His head spins. He left Alice with her – he tries to move once more, but he’s dizzy, incapable.

Lori glances over her shoulder, then back to Leon. ‘She came out of nowhere, whacked you, and then she was gone.’

‘Why would she—?’

‘I had my suspicions. She asked me about my time here as a nanny.’ She shakes her head. ‘I hadn’t told her anything about it. She wasn’t there when I spoke to Alice about working here, being Hugh and Verity’s nanny. I knew there was something not right about her. I had to get away.’

‘So you left us to it – never said anything.’ His head throbs; he has to get up. Must get to Alice. ‘You climbed out of the window?’ He notices a gash on her hand. ‘Saved yourself.’

‘I was afraid.’

‘Not an excuse, Lori – we were all afraid.’

‘No you’re right.’ She lowers her head, her chest sounding wheezy. ‘I was a fool, selfish. But people don’t always act as they think they might in a crisis. You will always get heroes and cowards.’ She closes her eyes for a moment. ‘And it’s not the first time I’ve been a coward. Those children – Verity and little Hugh – needed me but I was too afraid to stand up for them. I was no more than a child myself, I suppose. That’s been my excuse all these years. And I had thought I was a better person now, that if I came back here it would give me some sort of redemption. But it seems not. In fact, I’m no better now than I ever was. At the first sniff of fear …’

He stares at her for a long moment, the attractive woman of earlier windswept, exhausted, scared.

‘It’s Faith who’s brought us all here, Leon. She’s going to kill us all.’

‘But why?’ He attempts again to get to his feet, once more with no luck.

‘I don’t know.’ She glances about her. ‘I’ve no idea who she is. All I know is I received an invitation from Cameron Patterson to stay here. He said he knew I was once a nanny at the house and asked if I would like to attend the opening weekend. I didn’t even question how he knew who I was.’