"A lover of mine was kidnapped," she says, finally, "a year or so ago, by men who sought to secure my inheritance for their own use. And I would have given anything to keep him safe and whole. I would have agreed to anything."
There is an undercurrent of chagrin in her tone, something just short of shame. She looks down at her hands in her lap. "I said I would be willing to wed his kidnapper. And if circumstances had not been what they were" -- a deep breath -- "I would have kept to that agreement. I would have looked for a way out, yes, but . . ."
She shakes her head, still not looking at him. "And Grue de Agen had not the tenth of the power of your Lucifer. He could have harmed my body, my mind, my friend, but if I had taken my life, that would have been the end of it. And yet--"
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"A lover of mine was kidnapped," she says, finally, "a year or so ago, by men who sought to secure my inheritance for their own use. And I would have given anything to keep him safe and whole. I would have agreed to anything."
There is an undercurrent of chagrin in her tone, something just short of shame. She looks down at her hands in her lap. "I said I would be willing to wed his kidnapper. And if circumstances had not been what they were" -- a deep breath -- "I would have kept to that agreement. I would have looked for a way out, yes, but . . ."
She shakes her head, still not looking at him. "And Grue de Agen had not the tenth of the power of your Lucifer. He could have harmed my body, my mind, my friend, but if I had taken my life, that would have been the end of it. And yet--"