As promised, Cornelius plans to give two days a week to his concubines — Lady Eliana and Lady Sherri. Five days will be spent with me. And thus, for tonight, I can sleep peacefully, without a husband who keeps on hounding my attention.
From Cornelius' office, I turn the hallway and look down the long, ornately decorated corridor. But somehow, something feels different. It's not the dangerous type of different though — the air is filled with a strange peace.
But then, suddenly, I am unable to move forward. My feet are glued to the ground and my gaze is transfixed by the sight before me. Eliana and Calais, two of the most important people in this novel, are locked in an embrace, a sweet testament to the fact that Calais will only love her in this lifetime.
And when the two pull back, their faces are only a few inches apart. They are a beautiful picture, a serene vision that could remove whatever bad luck is in this world.
