Tiberius held her gaze. The tension between them lingered and stagnated. He wasn't going to use legilimency on her, curious as he might be. The fact that she was still standing here meant that nothing could have happened, and she knew the consequences if anything ever did, so ultimately it was a fruitless curiosity. Nothing would come of this. He ought not to even waste his time wondering.

But of course he was wondering. Who did she even talk to? He knew very little about her daily life, aside from where her path periodically intersected with his. She had leisure to go where she wished during the days while he was working, and money to spend. He'd always assumed she filled her days with some banalities that he couldn't have been bothered with — women's things — but suppose she had a habit of attending horse races, or some other event that might put her in close contact with gentlemen? Suppose she'd gotten close to one of them through that avenue? She would have been playing with fire to flirt with anyone, but — well. Antigone had done more thoughtless things before.

Tiberius removed his hand from her chin, attempting to shake off her hand where she'd grabbed him. "The Vow will remain."

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