I had no idea why she was helping us, but the frantic panic in her eyes was more than enough to force me into action, and I shoved the others towards the hidden passage as quickly as I could. “Why?” I asked as I backed into the gloom beyond the fire, Marguerite’s grief-stricken eyes meeting mine with a hollowness which gave me my answer before she even spoke the words. “Because I loved him,” she said simply. “And that bastard killed him. Now go.”
