That little neglected piece of information occurred to Reign as they returned to his town house after receiving instructions from the kidnappers. Olivia hadn’t told him and he, idiot that he was, hadn’t asked. That he allowed himself to be so deliberately obtuse where she was concerned should worry him more than it did. He didn’t trust her, but he would never forgive himself if something happened to her when he might have prevented it. Plus, if she wanted him dead, she would have tried killing him by now. That didn’t mean that she didn’t have some part for him to play in this charade. If he knew his wife, she was saving whatever she had in store for him till last. Six hundred years of living had made him rather blasé about life. It wasn’t that he looked forward to death, but it didn’t drive him like it used to when he was human and lived every day like it might be his last. He wasn’t totally stupid, however. When Olivia started acting really strange, he would know to be on his guard.
