“You want your divorce, do you not?” She watched him as she seemed to consider her words. Finally, she said, all calm, “I do.” “Find your replacement, Sera. And it is yours.” It was a mad plan. Pure idiocy. And he would have been unsurprised if she’d told him so. Still, he held his breath, waiting for her reply, watching the way candlelight flickered over her skin, casting her into light and shadow, a remarkable beauty. But she did not tell him so. Instead, she nodded her agreement. “Now leave.” He gave her what she wanted and left without a word, making preparations to woo his wife.
