“Take it,” Amaury said when Elizabeth did not move to accept the blade. She feared a trick, for his dagger was fine. He could not be truly surrendering such an expensive weapon to her. How could he trust that she would not use it against him? She had already tried to injure him—and she might succeed if he slept in her presence.
In her heart, she wondered whether she could strike that blow.
“Put it in your garter and I will show you upon my return how best to wield it.” Amaury was as impassive as ever. How Elizabeth wished she knew the truth of his thoughts. “You will find it more effective than a stone.” There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he teased her, but his mouth remained a taut line.
Elizabeth was tempted to believe him. But a few moment’s conversation and her resolve melted awa
