ANOTHER twisted truth seemed to intrude upon Noxton’s reality; the sight of these people before him felt almost as though they conspired to deceive him. His gaze, sharp and unbending, lingered upon them with suspicion. He could not discern what Count Darvan intended, for as far as he knew, he and Lady Thalia had long since severed their divine marriage vow. Thus, the Count should have no cause to involve himself with him any further.
“Your Grace,” Count Darvan began solemnly, “I assure you, this is no cruel jest. This lady, Anastasia, has sought only one favor from us — that we support her in finding her son.”
“Enough beating around the bush, Count,” Noxton replied, his tone edged with impatience. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows upon his knees, his clasped hands supporting his chin
