I kept my expression tight as I put on a brave face. Breaking was not an option at this point. They were not going to see me fall apart.
My hands were clammy as I waited, my gaze flicking from side to side as I examined the people before me. Slowly, disappointment began to creep into my chest. A part of me was really hoping to see Lucien again. Since he wanted me dead, the least he could do was actually look me in the eyes as I met my end. But he wasn’t here? Now that I gave it some thought, ever since Arnaud brought me here, I hadn’t seen him.
My resolve hardened as I narrowed my eyes, then dropped them to my hands bound with chains. My hands had never been delicate and soft like my sister’s, who was the true definition of a soft and feminine lady. Staring at what had become of me made
