Graves stood at the end of the bed with the empty cup in his hand.
“There’s nothing more we can do now but wait.”
Malcolm looked down at Jaime, huddled in his arms. Droplets of the liquid still glistened on her lips. She hadn’t opened her eyes. She hadn’t spoken a word. But she had allowed him to give her the drink.
He cursed Catherine again. How easy it must have been for the devil-woman to prey on Jaime while she was so vulnerable, while she was so incapable of fighting back. But why this way? Did the woman really intend, after toying with her, to murder Jaime? What motive could she have for such evil?
He clenched his teeth in silent fury. How could he have been such a fool as to let this happen?
“How long before she awakens?” Malcolm asked, holding her closer to his chest.
The phy
