His gaze, combined with his gorgeous voice, was hypnotic. All I could do was nod.
"It was my second Season - I hadn't accepted a proposal during my first - none of the men who were interested appealed to me, but that year I'd fallen in love with a dashing young viscount. I let him lure me into a garden during a ball, expecting kisses and maybe even a proposal. Instead, he raped me, and left me on the ground, bleeding to death."
"He wasn't an immortal, was he?" There was steel beneath the velvet in his tone this time.