CHAPTER SEVENThere was what seemed to be a long silence, while, aware that Lara was trembling, the Marquis realised that she was speaking the truth.
He then said quietly and calmly,
“Wait outside the door, I will not be a minute.”
Feeling almost as if her legs would not carry her, Lara turned towards the door and walked unsteadily into the small hall.
She stood with her back to the Marquis’s room and, because the door was ajar, she could hear him moving about and saw he had lit a candle.
She waited, feeling as if she was sinking lower and lower into the ground and that when she reached the bottom of some unfathomable pit, she would die.
It was what she wanted to do, knowing that in killing Lord Magor she had hurt the Marquis irretrievably, for his friend’s murder – it was nothing els
