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Gavin pushed back a lock of golden hair from her furrowed brow. Leaning on one elbow, he traced the outline of her face with a finger.
“You must try,” he encouraged again. “For once, try to put Mater out of your mind and think of others who might have had a reason to commit that crime.”
“I still cannot understand your reluctance,” she argued, rolling onto her side and facing him. “I tell you, even yesterday, she was there in the crypt. She was headed toward the keep. She very well could have been the one who cut the rope to that footbridge.”
“Perhaps she did. But let us assume that she was not the one.”
“Why do you continually defend her? You put no faith in me,” she said, hurt evident in her voice. “Has she not already done enough harm? How many more have to die before you’re conv
