"Your sister's gone, and you don't hate me for it?" Colvin had done his homework and discovered that Rilea did indeed have a twin sister.
It's been four years since only one sister was left.
If Rilea was the woman in his arms, then it was Tina who had died.
"Did you do it?" Tina whispered, "If it wasn't you, and it wasn't at your behest, why should I hate you?"
Her anger was only directed at herself. If she hadn't been so foolishly insistent on marrying Colvin, or if she'd been smart enough to notice the cracks between them sooner, maybe the tragedy could have been averted.
"You can put me down now." They had already reached the bottom of the stairs, and Tina didn't want to be carried any longer.
Just as Colvin was about to set her down, the door clicked open, and a maid stepped out,
