He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Delightful.” She was ashamed of the tremors that shook her as his fingers trailed over the bare flesh of her arms. She would have preferred death to having this man continue to touch her in such a way. “Simply delightful. Will my son come for you?”
The lump in her throat had become uncomfortable. “I…” she swallowed heavily. “No, he will not.”
She wasn’t sure if it was a lie. She knew Braith would be furious, devastated, he would blame himself, but she had to trust in the fact that he would do what was right. It was what she had hoped for, what she had plotted with Jack and Gideon for after all. No matter how badly she longed for Braith to storm in here and take her away from the foul creature across from her, she knew he couldn’t be careless. Braith had to think this through; he had to realize that he couldn’t throw everything they had worked for away. He had to accept the fact that she was most likely a lost cause.
And so did she.