Why, why had it been Rowan? The maid they would have handled. Any of the servants might have been reasoned with, bought, dismissed. But Rowan Yaxley was made from different stock, and Elfrieda knew without knowing why that she was a person not to be trifled with.

A robe appeared around her — for all she would resent her husband's cousin for, Elfie would one day remember this concession to her dignity. But right now, she was missing the heart to be grateful; in the same swing of her wand, Rowan sealed the room and made it impossible for Don Juan to escape.

Elfrieda reached for his hand, looking for a safe anchor, trying to hold back the tears that already pressed hot against her eyes. Why could she never be cold and cutting? It might be of more use.

"Please, Rowan... Clifford doesn't even notice me anymore. He only cares for his work. I have no family here, I am drowning in this empty house and he does not care to see it. Don Juan sees me, he is my joy in life. I know it is wrong, but shall I be unhappy for the rest of my days? I'm only 21. Just let us be and forget about it, I am begging you."

Now she was really crying.

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