Chapter 17
Lorelai scrubbed the feel of Thom from her skin as she sank lower in the water and leaned her head back against the metal rim of her soaking tub. It’d been days since Thom’s body lay in front of her fire and she could still feel his touch.
She could still see the look in her cousin’s eyes when he plunged the knife into Thom’s neck. He hadn’t looked scared, barely even shocked. The fire had lit his excited face in an eerie glow.
She closed her eyes. He’d looked like his father.
A shiver raced down her spine despite the warmth of the water. Breathing out slowly, she dipped down to rinse her hair.
He hadn’t hesitated. Not like when she had Marcus on his knees.
The king of Dreach-Sciene’s forgiving eyes would haunt her for as long as she lived.
And her allegiance to her uncle
