Rosalind's eyes narrowed at the man with white hair who was trying his best to avoid her gaze. He was tall and lean, his face leaning towards being pretty than being called handsome.
"Whatever happen to him?" she asked. The man looked angry and she could guess that the Duke might have beaten him to submission but there were no bruises on his face. "I do not want to keep someone that might kill me if I close my eyes. I tend to value my sleep very much," she said.
"He will not touch you again."
"You seemed so sure?"
"Don't you trust me?"
"Can you blame me?" Should she really trust a stranger when her life was at stake? True, she revealed her Blessing to the man and the Duke had been helping her, but this Huig looked like he would behead her the moment she closed her eyes.
Would she be able to sleep knowing someone like that was standing near her?
