“Correct.” He pauses, gazing at me. When he speaks again, his voice has a new, husky tone, echoing with apology. “I thought you were his wife.”
“Apparently, he tells everyone that,” says Naz, sounding irritated.
Killian shakes his head. “No, Eva—I mean his wife and accomplice.”
“I know what you mean.” When I sigh, Killian swallows. His eyes start to burn.
Into the silence that follows, Naz calmly says, “If you reach out that hand and touch her, my friend, it will be the last thing you ever do.”
The sounds of the cathedral suddenly seem very loud. Voices and music echo off the soaring limestone walls. Every footstep sounds like gunfire.
I say quietly, “We do what we think is right with whatever knowledge we have at the time. Honestly, Killian, if I were in your shoes and I had a chanc
