It was bizarre to sit beside a woman who smiled and made conversation, poured his wine and appeared all solicitude, yet wanted him dead.It was also strange to be alone behind a closed door with a woman who considered him harmless. At least, he would swear that was what was in her mind. She seemed so relaxed, as if she had no thought whatever of any designs he might have upon her. He was not used to being dismissed so easily.More than that, he was not certain how many opportunities would be provided for the purpose he intended. His time here was limited after all, and the lady’s charity toward him was unlikely to survive his recovery. It was doubtful it would last beyond the moment when she realized he was able to move about on his own.He had not intended that she should know he could leave his bed. Another visit from her today had been unexpected.Why was she here? He had been reasonably certain he knew her purpose which was to see him hale and hearty again so she might annihilate him herself.
