wetness where the rock had drawn blood.

  Robert spun, fury blazing in his eyes. “What the Hell? Who threw that?” He strode toward the darkness.

  There was a noise behind me.

  The sound of something swinging – hard – toward the back of my head.

  Slam.

  * * *

  I groggily got to my feet. The row of open doors was before me, and I moved toward them, toward the whirling dancers within. The candelabras twinkled high overhead, the elegant gold-framed paintings decorated the walls, and the musicians played with heart-breaking beauty. Masked faces laughed and smiled.

  Where was Mary? Where was Robert?

  The throbbing in my head intensified, and nausea twisted at my stomach. If I only had –

  The thought of my first-aid kit, in the trunk of my car, sprang to mind. I knew there was aspirin in there. If I could just take two of those, maybe I could start to think straight. Find Mary. Track down Robert. Find out what was going on.

  I pushed my way through the throng, out to the foyer with its pair of black-masked servants. I stepped through the magnificent mahogany doors –

  And stopped.

  Gone was the crushed gravel circular driveway and the long slope dusted with snow. Gone were the rows of Porsches, Lamborghinis, and Cadillacs.

  Instead, before me was a serene canal with tall stone buildings lining both sides. An elegant stone dock sat before me, lit by flickering torches. Gondolas drifted silently beneath the full moon, each carrying a lantern for light.

  My eyes raised to the row of buildings facing me. Candles flickered in several of the windows. There was not one sign of electric light.

  I turned in place, staring back in at the whirling party within. I looked more closely at the costumes, at the décor, and at the musicians.

  Sixteen-hundreds.

  I shook my head, unable to take it in.

  My eyes drew up – across – and there he was, standing by the window at the far side of the room. The same dark hair, the same well-built frame, the same deep, tawny eyes.

  It was Robert.

  And we were in Renaissance Venice.

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