Chapter Twelve
Charlotte was taken to the tower of Mountbane’s castle, left to herself for nearly three days before someone finally entered the tiny room. Though she might have wailed for someone to take notice, she had little desire for any such activity. Sure that her plans for loving Tristan had been destroyed, there was little left to live for.
“Why it’s Charlotte here!”
These were the first words uttered to her in days. She didn’t have to turn to know their source. Her husband’s sarcasm was so common to her ear, she could hear his vileness even when he wasn’t speaking.
“How sad you look.”
She turned to him, her expression blank.
“Are you hungry, perhaps?”
“You know I must be.”
“You must think me the devil, Charlotte, but then, it was you who betrayed me.”
“I won’t argue with
