Authors: Marissa Doyle
By Jove
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For Theodora Fairchild, graduate school is a dream. The professors are fighting over her, she gets to study Latin and explore her knowledge of Greek gods with others who share her passion…and she meets Grant Proctor. He’s as shy as she is, and oh so handsome.
As she gives in to her feelings for the man who’s stolen her heart, someone seems determined to keep them apart—no matter the consequences. There are evil forces at work, and they have plans for Theo that don’t include Grant. When Grant disappears, surviving the semester becomes the least of Theo’s worries. Her knowledge of ancient mythology may be her best weapon, and relying on her wits and wisdom may be the only thing to help her save her true love.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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First Edition June 2014
For Scott, who understands.
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De rerum natura
Chapter One
“Come in, Miss Fairchild,” called the clear baritone voice from behind the closed door.
Startled, Theodora Fairchild blinked at her fist, raised to knock on the dark mahogany panel below the brass nameplate. The lush Oriental carpet muffled any approaching footsteps…did he have closed-circuit cameras trained on his doorway? She glanced behind her, searching for hidden lenses, then shrugged. New student jitters. She straightened her skirt and opened the door into the office of Dr. Julian d’Amboise, head of the Classical Languages and History Department at John Winthrop University.
A man with sleek silver-gray hair looked up at her from behind an enormous polished desk. His turquoise-blue eyes regarded her with interest and something suspiciously like amusement. Before she could wonder why, he had risen and come out from behind the desk, hand outstretched.
“
Salve, mea amica
. Welcome to John Winthrop University,” he greeted her.
She shook his hand. “
Gratias, Magister d’Amboise. Hic gaudeo esse
,” she thanked him.
Wow. Chairmen of classical language departments weren’t supposed to be so attractive. He looked more like a wealthy polo player than head of one of the most distinguished classics department outside of Europe. Theo couldn’t help covertly admiring his broad shoulders and the easy grace of his movements. His blue button-down shirt, sleeves casually rolled up over tanned forearms, bore an expensive logo.
He laughed and held up one hand. “I’m afraid that exhausts my conversational Latin. Greek’s my subject. Won’t you sit down, Miss Fairchild? Do you prefer to be called Theodora?” He waved her into the brown leather wingback in front of the desk and resumed his own seat. On the linenfold-paneled wall behind him were shelves with a few red-figured Greek vases and fragments of stone statuary. They didn’t look like copies. Wow again.
She tore her attention away from them. “Just Theo is fine. Fewer syllables.”
“But Theodora is a beautiful name. ‘Beloved of the gods.’ Hmm.” He leaned back in his chair and gazed at her.
Theo shifted uncomfortably. His eyes were disquieting; they were slightly prominent, which might account for the feeling she got that they saw everything about her. “I hope I’m not disturbing you,” she said to fill the silence.
“Hmm? Oh, not at all. I did request new students to visit, which is why you are here, I assume. Now, let’s see.” He picked up a pen and tapped it on the blotter. “Double major in Latin and history, with interests in historiography and, ah, the Re/files/08/23/32/f082332/public/Empire transition? Three years teaching middle school Latin, and now here?”
Good lord. How did he know all that without looking it up? “You have an amazing memory, Dr. d’Amboise.”
He smiled again. “Please call me Julian. I imagine it must be difficult to go back to living like a student again. Is the graduate student residence tolerable? Finding decent affordable apartments in Boston is a nightmare, but maybe next year something better will turn up. Di always seems to be looking for roommates in that house of hers. Professor Hunter, that is. She teaches Greek and coaches field hockey.” He examined her, head to one side, and his eyes narrowed once more. “Though you may not fit in with that crowd. Hmmm. I rather hope not. It will be interesting to see.”
This wasn’t going quite as she had expected—the usual courtesy call due to one’s department head. There was a subtext running through Dr. d’Amboise’s conversation that she couldn’t quite read. She felt as if she were being assessed and measured for—for what? She reached for her notebook to cover her confusion.
“I’ve got my course list here, as you requested,” she said, flipping it open. Anything to evade those all-knowing eyes. “Dr. Waterman suggested I take his Advanced Latin Rhetoric and Composition and Dr. Forge-Smythe’s Pre-Roman Italy. And maybe the course on Roman Religious Thought and Philosophy that’s being offered in the Philosophy Department.”
“Ah. Are you interested in religion as well?” Dr. d’Amboise—how could she call this elegant, self-assured man by his first name?—leaned forward.
“I’m interested in anything Roman. But religion was in as much turmoil as politics at end of the Republican era.”
“Indeed.” He sighed. “Will you be studying early Christianity as well?”
“It’s beyond my period. Besides, I find pagans more intriguing.”
“Do you?” Dr. d’Amboise rose and passed behind Theo’s chair to one of the room’s tall windows. He pushed aside the heavy blue draperies. Late-August sun flooded the room, dazzling her.
“What do you find intriguing about pagans?” He leaned against the sill, watching her.
She turned in her chair and squinted up at him, silhouetted in the glowing window. “In the case of the Romans, how religion reflected their cultural attitudes. It was highly practical. Their gods had roles and duties that they were expected to perform in exchange for worship and sacrifice. Christianity was nothing like that. Though the Roman gods were in many ways just reflections of the Greek pantheon.”
“And does your interest extend to them as well?” There was a smile in his voice though she couldn’t see his face.
“How can it not?” She paused, and decided to be honest. “I grew up on the stories of the Greek gods. My father’s an amateur classics scholar and read me Ovid’s
Metamorphoses
instead of fairy tales. No handsome princes and dragons—just Zeus and Athena. I’ll take them over Saint Paul any day. There’s an old story in my family that we’re descended from a child Emperor Constantine begot with a native woman when he was a general in Roman Britain. Dad always says that Constantine was a complete spoilsport because he ended official worship of the old gods and it was up to us to keep the old stories alive.” She gave him what she hoped was a self-deprecating smile.
Dr. d’Amboise was silent, watching her from within his halo of light. She wished she could see his expression, but the light was too strong. Damn. Had she sounded like a silly schoolgirl, rattling on about mythology and Daddy’s crazy story? Was he going to laugh at her?
“My
dear
Theodora,” he said at last. No laughter edged his words. “I can see we chose this year’s students well.”
He left the window and prowled gracefully back toward her, seating himself on the edge of his desk in front of her. “Are you sure I can’t interest you in studying Greek with me? If you love Ovid, you’d also love Hesiod and Homer. I’d be happy to tutor you myself.”
His smile was wide and charming. Theo began to feel oddly warm. Hmm, Greek. She’d never had time or opportunity to explore Greek very much. It had always been Latin for her. But maybe it was time to expand her horizons a little—
“She’ll be busy enough with her required classes, Julian.”
The deep, disapproving voice hit her like a splash of cold water. She looked back over the top of her chair. Dr. Arthur Waterman, senior professor of Latin, stood with crossed arms in the doorway, his eyes grim above his full salt-and-pepper beard. The stern expression on his face contrasted oddly with his exuberantly flowered blue-and-red Hawaiian shirt.
“Hello, Arthur. Nice shirt. Didn’t hear you knock,” Dr. d’Amboise said cheerfully. He didn’t move from his perch next to Theo.
“That’s because I didn’t. Good afternoon, Theo.”
“Hello, Dr. Waterman.” She started to rise. Dr. d’Amboise glanced at her and she sat down again. His look had felt like hands pushing her back into her chair.
“I think Theodora has much potential, Arthur. Surely a working knowledge of ancient Greek will enhance her Latin scholarship,” Dr. d’Amboise said, smiling down at her.
“She and I have discussed the matter already, Julian. Her schedule will be full both semesters this year.” Dr. Waterman came to stand next to Theo’s chair.
“Oh, you and your required courses. After three years of teaching Latin, I doubt she needs a course in rhetoric—”
Dr. Waterman ignored him and looked down at her. “Won’t you stop by my office tomorrow morning around eight? I’ll go to registration with you.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that—” Theo began.
“Yes, I do.” His face was stern. “Eight o’clock? I’ll see you then.”
Theo got the hint and stood up. She was relieved to find that this time she could. “Yes, Dr. Waterman. Thank you for meeting with me, Dr. d’Amboise.”
“
Julian
, my dear. We’re not formal in this department. At least, some of us aren’t.” He rose and extended his hand to her again, holding it a fraction of a second too long. “I’ll look forward to chatting with you tomorrow at the department dinner.”
“Thank you, Dr. d’Amb—Julian. Good-bye.” Theo nodded at Dr. Waterman as she passed him. He smiled back, but his eyes were somber.