Jonah Sogard held Faith close to his chest and tried not to groan at the intimate contact. It had been years since he last held a woman. And even longer than that a woman he truly desired. Her hands spanned his back and held on to his torso for dear life.

"Ethan?" she whispered. "Ethan, I'm so sorry." Tears slid down her cheek and onto his back.

Jonah sighed. How was he going to tell her that he wasn't her brother?

As he pulled her away from him, her audible gasp told him she had finally realized he wasn't who she thought he was.

"Where's Ethan?" She clutched the sheet to her breast as if he could see some part of her anatomy she didn't want him to view. Maybe she didn't realize she was still fully clothed.

"Ethan was never here. Your brother Kevin asked me to guard you. So I brought you up to my family's cabin on Smith Mountain."

Jonah could tell Faith was confused. "The last thing I remember was being in the Legacy headquarters and looking for Kevin."

"Well, you found him, all right. You found him and me." Faith's eyes took Jonah in curiously. "You practically flattened me while you were running down the hallway."

One thing was certain. Jonah could tell she didn't believe his story. He knew she would be suspicious. Living with a family of spies, who wouldn't be a bit nervous in light of a new situation, especially one like this?

"Are you an agent?"

Jonah nodded, but could tell Faith wasn't relieved by his answer.

"I've never seen you before. I know almost everyone in the Legacy."

"So I gathered. You have really impressed my brother Jeffery. He has told me all about you."

"Jeffrey?" Faith searched her sleep deprived brain for a face to put with the name. "The nerd? The controller guy? He's your brother?" She looked Jonah up and down. He and Jeffrey were nothing alike.

"I look like my father," Jonah said as in answer to her unasked question.

He revealed his name and showed her his Legacy ID. He drew the phone closer to her, he told her to call Boswell, as Kevin had suggested. Boswell would be able to set her straight. And luckily he had, a few hours later.

Faith still didn't understand why Jonah was hiding her. "Why did you bring me up here? There's something you're not telling me, isn't there?"

Shock registered on Jonah's face. "I would think that would be obvious. Ian Fairchild."

Faith's eyes grew wide as she relived the day she accidently shot Gia trying to scare Ian away from her.

When the room suddenly got quiet, Faith glanced at Jonah expectantly. "What did you say?"

Jonah didn't question her uneasyness. He knew she was spooked by Ian's name. He recaped what he had already told her. "He was spotted in Legacy Headquarters. I just assumed that was the reason you were running."

What could she say to that? How could she tell him that she had tried to kill Ian and instead had killed Gia? Faith sighed and tried to pretend surprise that Ian was alive. This charade had gotten too far out of hand. How was she going to make it right again?

Jonah's eyes washed over her and Faith suddenly felt extremely self conscious. She knew what men wanted when they looked at her in that way, and she wasn't quite that loose a woman to give him a sexual release. "Get a clue, Sogard. I don't need a man to save me. And you can just get that look out of your eye too. I'm not interested."

A pulse throbbed in Jonah's neck. She could tell he didn't appreciate being called on his inappropriate actions toward her.

"Okay, Little Miss Ego. I'm not offering, and if I was, you would be the last woman I'd proposition."

"Oh, right!" she shot back. "You've probably wanted me in the sack ever since you met me."

Jonah's rage boiled in his veins, but he wasn't one to hit a woman. So he threw on some clothes and headed out the back door, slamming it in the process.

Faith followed him out on the porch shouting as he withdrew from her. "You can pretend like it isn't true, but we both know it is!"

With that as her final statement, she ran back inside and slammed the door even harder.

Ethan had awoken from the strangest dream about knights and Merlin and King Arthur. The images had shaken his confidence so badly he didn't immediately return to sleep that night. Instead he called his father, Franklin. He had learned from Philip that his father was once again in charge of the Legacy only minutes earlier. Ethan only wished he had been there when Philip had to give up his all mighty control. It would have been worth an admission fee.

"I can't be around her, dad." Ethan said as he paced his room holding his credit card sized cell phone to his ear. "Every time I am, I want to kill her!" Ethan walked faster as he tried to give his request straight out. He would not protect Faith. He wouldn't be made to choose between Faith and Ian. He knew Faith wouldn't win. She hadn't thus far.

Franklin glanced at a photo of his two identical twin sons sitting on the mantle. He knew his was in his own sort of anguish. "You have to remember that Julian Black was the one who did this to your brother, not Faith."

Ethan fumed. "She knew what was going on. She let us all believe that Ian raped her. I can't let that go as easily as you apparently can."

"Faith was young –"

"Don't even say, she was too young to know better. That girl betrayed my brother. She deliberately seduced him and sent her uncle to slaughter him. That was with malice of forethought. She isn't innocent in all this." For a moment Ethan became choked up. "And now he's alive?" Tears gathered in his eyes but he was too stubborn to let them fall.

Franklin sighed.

"Son, it was my decision not to tell you Ian was alive. And I still regret that. I can only say that I was trying to spare you the pain of knowing what Julian had done to him. I know now I was wrong in doing that. But know that I was trying to look out for you, for your best interest."

Ethan couldn't change what had happened any more than he could make the horrible lies spread about his brother disappear. He had only recently learned that Ian was indeed alive and on the run away from London.

"How is he? How is Ian?"

"Considering his three year coma, he's doing well. You've probably already heard that we had him in a special hospital in Bulgaria. I had to keep his whereabouts a secret because of your sister and Julian."

Ethan couldn't help but hiss.

"Don't call her that. She is not my sister." For a moment he laughed. It was a laugh of pain. "Did you know while we were in Bulgaria, she actually wanted me to love her? Like it would make up for all of this? I couldn't forgive her then, and I can't forgive her now. I don't know if I ever will."

Franklin knew he couldn't make up for Faith's sins. "Faith wanted your forgiveness. She made a mistake in judgement."

Ethan shook his hands in the air trying to erase his father's words about Faith. He couldn't hear it then and he didn't want to hear it now. Ethan quickly changed the subject.

"Tell me about the report on Ian. Tell me what it doesn't say. Is there brain damage? I want to know." Ethan paused and tears welled up in his dark eyes. "Please. He's my brother. I have to know."

Franklin nodded and pulled the report from his desk drawer. "We wanted to keep him in the hospital after he woke up. We knew the effects of the programming would make him act oddly for the first few days. But keeping him in Bulgaria became impossible after Faith showed up in the underground lab. After Ian saw her, he ran off. We don't know where he is now."

Ethan cursed and slammed his fist into the wall.

Franklin continued. "I think he knows about the rumors. I never told him what Faith had done. But your brother isn't stupid. He was there. He will remember how she reacted when Julian came in. I only wish I could prevent his pain."

"That's why he took off then, you think? Because he found out about the rumors and how out of control they had all gotten?"

"Julian Black can be very persuasive when it comes to someone he loves. And Faith is his niece. He had no reason not to believe Ian was raping Faith, especially after Faith told him Ian was seducing her."

"Dammit, Dad! She was in his room! She was wet from the rain. She was seducing him! The clues all point to her seducing him. Good Lord. Is everyone blind? Ian did not rape Faith!"

Franklin wanted to place a calming hand on his son's shoulder, but through the phone it was literally impossible. "Neither of us knows that for certain. The only ones who do are Faith and Ian."

Jonah still hadn't returned hours later. She knew she had let her anger get the best of her but he didn't know what was really going on. He didn't know her like she knew herself. She was a killer. People had died because of her. Death surrounded her.

The red table cloth covering the dining room table called to her. It pulsated the air like a human heart beat. Red. Red. Red. She wanted to scream from the brightness of it. The cloth was going to drive her crazy. Quickly she stripped it from the table and hid it away.

The color was now gone but she couldn't get the block of satin out of her mind.

Death was the color red.

Faith would always associate red to death, for it was she who had orchestrated her lover's passing. The sky was a dark blood red that night almost as if foreshadowing the events to come. The moon shone stark against the crimson backdrop. The lightening was only more of a sign of the bad things to occur. Somehow she knew it would be a turning point in her life – and it had been.

Every time she thought about that night, she wondered how Cameron Cash could have talked her into something so wrong. It wasn't until later she realized what a truly evil man he was. And by then it was too late and Ian was dead.

In her own way she had loved Ian, but not in the way he deserved to be loved. She had been so young, was still so young. The days after his death had been the longest and hardest of her life. For weeks she fell into a trance-like living where she existed yet did not feel. How could she ever feel again after what she had done?

The Fairchild's and her Uncle Julian had always been her support system, but after Ian's death, that support had been challenged. Eventually, everyone came around, everyone except Ethan, of course. Ethan was Ian's twin. He felt the death even more than the rest because in a way he and Ian were connected. She knew her brother couldn't forgive her. Hell, she blamed herself enough for both of them.

No matter what she'd done since then to make it up to him, Ian was still dead. She couldn't bring him back. Ultimately, that's what Ethan wanted, his brother alive. Fate was smiling on her as she realized what that meant. She could now give Ethan what he wanted. She could give him Ian and in return, she would get the forgiveness she'd always wanted. All she had to do was find Ian and bring him home.

Jackson Pass, midway up Smith Mountain.

"I don't have time for this." Bree Jackson peeked through the blinds and watched the snow drift across the street toward Earl's Garage. She brushed the handful of red hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. "There must be three feet already. I can't go out in this and leave Toby here alone."

She stole a glance at her five year old son. He was taking apart one of her old lamps. She could feel the stress of the boarding house along with the grocery was getting to her. She didn't have the gumption to tell him to leave the lamp alone. It was only a lamp. Maybe her brother, Donovan, could put it back together tomorrow.

Old Hank Wilson was out on one of Jackson Pass's treacherous hair pin turns in the worst snow storm they'd seen in ten years. He held a cellular phone to his ear as he sized up the accident site.

"Bree, you better get that wrecker down here, pronto. There's a man stuck in the cab of a truck, and the truck is dangling off of that curve up at Jackson Pointe."

Hank tried to relay how precarious the situation was, but he wasn't good at using words to size up a situation.

"If you don't get down here, the winds going to knock that truck down into Cypress Canyon. And that's one hell of a drop. I doubt we'd be able to scrape him out of the cab then."

Bree sighed. She could hear the wind howling through the phone and it had to be even worse where Hank was compared to how it was in town. Old Hank knew exactly what buttons to push to get to her. It had been on a night exactly like this that her almost husband John Tobias had died out on Jackson Pointe. She was still recovering from the pain of that night. It was five years ago. It seemed like yesterday.

Her decision was swift. "Okay, but who is going to watch Toby?" Bree paced back and forth in her business, the Jackson Pass Board and Shop. It was a combination boarding house and grocery store.

"Why not ask Merle. I'm sure she's only watching those damned late night talk shows. It's your month to take care of her, right?" Merle was the town's token homeless person. All the residents of Jackson Pass had vowed to take her in whenever she needed a place to stay. This month it was Bree's turn. "Or what about Helen Cramer? Pastor Cramer's wife? The church is just down the street. Hon, you have lots of options. You're just too damn stubborn to take advantage of them."

After Old Hank's tongue lashing, Bree asked Helen Cramer to pop over. The petite woman agreed whole heartedly leaving Bree to trudge across Main Street wading through knee deep snow in order to pull out the old wrecker from Earl's Garage. Since her fiancee's death, Bree had taken charge of the garage which included the towing service. Thus far they hadn't needed the wrecker except for that one time Old Hank had forgotten to check the oil in his truck and fried the engine.

If Donovan hadn't been at a school board meeting, he would have been the one braving the snow, not her. But someone had to come up with funds to pay for the new teachers Jackson Pass needed.

The old dilapidated machine roared to life like an aged monster with a hiccup and a spurt of smoke. It took longer than she figured to travel out and wind her way down to Jackson Pointe. Snow had already drifted up on Old Hank's truck and the white and red pickup he'd told her about was nearly covered.

Bree stumbled out of the wrecker, and Hank scolded her for her anything but prompt arrival.

"Can we not argue about this?" she asked. "I'd like to get that man to a hospital before he turns into an ice cube."

It took some doing to latch the harness on the teetering pickup, but after the third try and nearly numb fingers, the rigging latched into place.

"Score one for the good guys," Bree whispered as she slowly cranked the truck back onto the street.

She all but had the red and white truck to safety when something in the wrecker's pulling mechanism snapped.