Chapter Three
Aldair sat at the dining room table, a bottle of wine he had found in a rack in the kitchen placed off to one side. He had worked through nearly half the bottle already, but he thought he would need far more alcohol than that to ease his roiling thoughts. The stray notion passed through his mind that perhaps he should conjure some food to go with the wine, although at the moment he did not feel himself inclined to do so.
The silence from upstairs discomfited him. He had expected Jillian to come down here in search of him so she might continue to argue about going to Santa Fe, but apparently she was not inclined to do so. Perhaps she was afraid of him. She would do well to fear him, if she but knew what he was capable of.
However, in his brief acquaintance with her, she had
