Chapter 67
John walked slowly up the main stairs at the front of the house, wondering if he could really go through with this. The woman pretending to be his wife had gone up a few minutes earlier. She’d had plenty of time to get into the bathtub and relax. He closed the door to their room and counted his breaths.
This would answer his question, give him the proof he needed. He’d better be ready.
The ice cold core was in control of him now, as much as it ever had been when it was the raging fire that led him into so many fights. He not only welcomed it; he knew he needed it.
Most of his mind was still reeling from how easily and completely he’d been deceived, and his heart was shattered with worry over Branwen and their baby.
His cold fury was the only part of him that was functioning
