Domitian waited for the door to close behind them, then drew a breath. There was no need to rush this conversation, he thought. Delay would only serve to make Mr. Prewett more nervous, which would be better for all of them — a man who was nervous was more malleable. Domitian hadn’t decided yet what he wanted to do with Mr. Prewett, but malleable was a good trait regardless of which direction he ended up pushing.

“What were you thinking?” he asked Camilla quietly. His eyes were on her and his mouth was set in a thin line, though not quite a frown.

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