Footsteps came from the tack room. I crawled to my knees, peering into the next stall.
Montgomery paused, leaning on a pitchfork, and brushed a loose strand of blond hair behind his ear. Duke nuzzled his shoulder from his stall. Montgomery pushed the horse away affectionately. I fought back anger. Of all people, of course it had to be him. The boy I’d idolized, who now betrayed me with a scalpel and a set of manacles.
“You’re good with animals,” I said coldly. “Or should I say creatures?” All the anger from the past few days flooded my brain, made me lash out at Montgomery when it was really Father who was to blame.
He wiped his hands on his trousers, not acknowledging my sting, and picked up the pitchfork to gather a load.
“You enjoy all this, don’t you?” I pulled myself up, straw raining from my dress. “Having these aberrations wait on you hand and foot.” I knew I was being cruel. He didn’t deserve it, and yet I wanted him to feel the same angry bite of broken glass that I did.
He dug the pitchfork into a pile of straw. “Seems to me I’m the one mucking out the stall.”
I glowered. “You’re right. Mucking out the stalls. Proper work for a servant. That’s what you are, isn’t it? Still doing whatever he commands.” I leaned against the wooden stall gate, entwining my fingers in the steel bars. “Even if it is the devil’s work.”
“That isn’t fair.” He dumped the straw and went back for another load, his shoulders tense. “I hadn’t a choice.”
“You could have stayed with Mother and me.”
“You don’t understand.” The pitchfork scraped the stone floor so hard it squealed. “I was a boy. I’d already taken part in his work. I was already guilty of his same crimes before I even knew what we were doing.” He dumped the load and shoved the pitchfork against the wall. “I didn’t have a choice.”
For a moment, he rested his hand on the pitchfork, breath ragged. Strands of his hair escaped the ponytail and fell over his eyes, making him look wild, untamed. He’d changed so much from that quiet little boy. He’d had to, growing up with monsters as playmates.
He turned to go.
“Wait!”
He paused, a hand on the barn’s half door. I put my hand next to his, keeping the door closed. I remembered the feel of his body. The heat of his skin. Montgomery wasn’t my enemy. He wasn’t to blame.
Father was cruel—I didn’t want to be, too.
“I’m sorry. They aren’t your crimes,” I said. His jaw flexed. He started to push the half door open, but I jerked it closed again. “They aren’t. You were a child. He manipulated you, like he manipulated all of us.” I stepped closer. “We have a choice now. We can stop him.”
Montgomery’s jaw tightened. His voice was a gruff whisper. “Even if we could, what then?”
“We’ll leave. You and me and Edward.” My voice broke, thinking of the scene earlier over the lavender bowl. “And Alice.”
But he shook his head. “I can’t leave them. Without treatment they’ll regress.”
“Maybe they should. They’re animals. What he’s done is unnatural.”
“What I’ve done, you mean. I’m just as guilty.” His words echoed in the barn and set my heart pounding. “They’re not animals anymore. You haven’t seen what they can become. You haven’t met Ajax.”
“Ajax?”
“He was one of them. The doctor did something to his brain, something we haven’t been able to replicate. He became smart. And civil. He was like a brother to me. He’s different—he was different.”
“What happened?”
“Ajax stopped his own treatment. The others crave humanity. But Ajax knew what he was. He wanted to regress.”
“And has he?”
“Not yet. He lives alone. Won’t be a part of their village. Won’t live here. He waits until all traces of his humanity are gone.” He paused. “The doctor doesn’t know. He ordered me to shoot him, but I couldn’t.”
I stared at Montgomery, realizing that he must never have had a true friend since coming to the island. Father was no companion. And Balthasar and the others, well, their company was more like dogs’. Then I remembered the cabin in the woods, the yellow hair on the mattress and the single flower in the vase on the dusty mantel.
“Jaguar,” I muttered. “He calls himself Jaguar now.”
Montgomery’s shoulders tensed. “How do you know that?”
“I met him in the woods.”
“You what?” There was fear in his eyes.
“He told me you’d sent him to find me. Didn’t you?” A trickle of worry crept at the base of my neck.
“I haven’t spoken to him since returning from London.”
“But he knew about Edward. And he knew about me.”
Montgomery leaned his weight against the door. He put a hand to his brow in thought. “He must be eavesdropping on the compound. It’s the only way.” He grabbed my shoulder. “And he didn’t hurt you? Do you swear? He’s not some docile farm animal, Juliet. He’s dangerous.”
I shook my head, my heart pounding harder. I remembered the feel of Jaguar’s rough tongue on my skin. Fearful sweat began to drip down my face. Had I been in the company of the murderer? I hadn’t trusted him, which was why I’d slipped away. It might have saved my life.
“He didn’t hurt me,” I stuttered. “But he killed a rabbit.”