until her legs dangled over the side, her feet touching the floor.
"You can do it." Taking a deep breath, she clutched the newel post at the head of the bed and pulled herself to her feet.
For a brief moment, she stood there, her brow sheened with perspiration, and then, bravely, she let go of the post.
He bit off a curse as her legs gave way and she dropped to the floor.
"It's hopeless," she murmured, her voice thick with despair. "No one's ever going to adopt me." She dashed the tears from her eyes. "Or love me. I'll spend the rest of my life in this place and never do any of the things other girls do. I'll never marry. Or have children..."
She sat there for several minutes, staring at the floor, her shoulders slumped in resignation.
It grieved him to see her steeped in such anguish. She had always tried so hard to be cheerful, to be brave. She was a beautiful young girl, on the verge of womanhood. Who could blame her for feeling that life was passing her by?
He longed to go to her, to take her in his arms and give her the comfort, the reassurance, she so desperately needed, but he dared not reveal himself.
He was about to turn away when she reached under her pillow and withdrew a small brown bottle. She stared at the bottle for a long moment, a pensive expression on her face.
And he knew, in that moment, that she intended to end her life.
Without thinking of the consequences, he barged into the room.
Sara Jayne glanced up, startled, as a tall man swept into her bedchamber. He was dressed all in black, from his soft leather boots to the heavy woolen cloak that swirled around him like a dark cloud.
"Sara, don't!"
His voice was like ebony satin, soft, mesmerizing.
Sara clutched the bottle to her breast. "Don't what?"
"Don't take your life, Sara."
She blinked up at him, too surprised by his unexpected intrusion in her room, and by his knowledge of what she intended to do, to be alarmed. "Who are you?"
"No one of importance."
"What were you doing out on the veranda?"
"Watching you."
Thatfrightened her. He saw it in the way she shrank back against the pillows, in the sudden widening of her eyes as she realized that she was alone, and helpless.
"Watching me? Why?"
"I have watched over you since you were a child."
She smiled then, a faint expression of amusement and disbelief. "Are you my guardian angel?"
"Exactly."
"And is your name Gabriel?"
He ignored the sarcasm in her voice. "If you wish."
She glanced at the bottle in her hand. "And have you come to take me to heaven?"
"No," he said sadly. "That I could never do."
"To hell then?"
He shook his head. His sweet Sara would never see hell, he mused, unless she looked into the depths of his eyes.
On silent feet, he closed the distance between them, and took the bottle from her hand.
Too late, she tried to snatch it back.
"No, Sara," he said, shoving the bottle into the pocket of his trousers. "I'll not let you take your own life. Not now. Not ever."
"I have no life," she retorted bitterly. "I've never been anything but a burden, first to my family, and now to the sisters who must take care of me."
"That's not true."
"It is! Don't you think I know it is? Why else would my mother have abandoned me?"
"Sara." He whispered her name, stricken by the depths of the pain in her eyes.
"I'm nothing but a burden," she said again. "The sisters say they love me, but I know they'd be relieved if I was gone."
"Ah, my poor sweet Sara," he murmured, and before he quite realized what he was doing, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, drawing her into his arms.
How lovely she was, with her silky blond hair and eyes as blue as a robin's egg. Sweet Sara Jayne. So lovely. So fragile.
He held her close, surprised that she didn't pull away. Instead, she burrowed into his arms, her face pressed to his chest. He felt her shoulders shake, felt her tears soaking through his shirt, the moisture warm and damp upon the coolness of his skin.
He held her, rocking her gently, until she fell asleep. And even then he was reluctant to let her go.
He cradled her to his chest until the first faint hint of dawn brightened the sky. Only then did he lower her to the bed. He gazed down at her for a long moment, and then