Elara’s eyes snapped open. She saw Hugh’s wide back disappear through the doorway. He had reached out and touched her. It was such a light touch, hesitant, almost tender, as if he’d been reassuring himself she was alright. Hugh d’Ambray cared if she lived or died. He’d given himself away. It was a fatal mistake. There was so much she could do with it. Now she just had to decide how to use it. What did she want from Hugh d’Ambray? Now there was a question.
