Everything about her was cold, hard and sharp. Herchin was severe, her cheekbones incredibly high and her manner flinty. He wondered if shewould cut him to shreds when he touched her the night of their wedding.“We need to talk.”“I’m aware that I’m going to be late for the opera.” He said in an even voice.“It’s not that.” Her slim pale hands came up and clasped each other, then wrung together. It was a gesture he had never seen her make and it caught his attention. “I…you see … I love ” h… er voice choked to a halt and, incredibly enough she began to weep. Not lady like tears either, harsh bitter sobs that echoed loudly in the chamber.Stunned and surprised he did the only thing he knew to do, he went to her and wrapped his strong arms around her, “It’s okay Laura.
