The Esguerras are already there, sitting across from the Kents when we return. I instantly recognize our host: he’s indeed the gorgeous man I met in the hospital. His dark hair is longer than it was then, but his strikingly sensual features are the same. Unlike that time, however, he’s not radiating grief and rage; he’s calm and in control, like a king sitting on his throne.
A cruel, tyrannical king, given what I know about the man.
For the first time, it occurs to me to wonder what happened to the men who had assaulted Nora and her friend. Did Nora’s husband kill them?
Scratch that. Of course he killed them.
The only question is how much he made them suffer first.
“There you are,” Nora says, looking at me. “Come, sit here.” She pats the chair next to her, and I walk over there.
“Jul
