The eye watched me. One single immense dark eye. Not Will’s. Regal’s. He stared at me, and I knew he took delight in my struggles. It seemed effortless for him to hold me there, like a fly under a glass bowl. Yet even in my panic, I knew that if he could have done more than hold me, he would. He had got past my walls, but had not the power to do more than threaten me. That was still enough to make my heart pound with terror. ‘Bastard,’ he said fondly. The word broke over my mind like a cold ocean wave. I was drenched in its threat. ‘Bastard, I know about the child. And your woman. Molly. Tit
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