Eryx’s expression turns to one of horror. He looks around the room, and then his eyes land on the cup the doctor left for me. The one I didn’t drink, but Eryx likely comes to the conclusion that it was for me to have more of if I felt I needed it. He rakes his hands in his hair, even pulls out a few strands. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I never would have—” He cuts himself off and strides out of the duchess suite without a backward glance, but the door doesn’t slam in his wake.
