Chapter 57

“Thank you,” he said with a grateful smile, although he was a bit wary of her kindness. “Who are you?”

The young woman smiled, and a flash of light pink stole over her cheeks. Her golden hair brushed her shoulders in tight ringlets, creating a halo effect around her head, illuminated by the torch on the wall behind her.

“My name is Annette, sir,” she told him. “My brother Rene is the lord’s lover.”

Morgan nodded. He looked around the cell for the first time, noting the wooden walls and the clean-picked bones in the corner. Handiwork of rats, no doubt. A shudder ran through him.

“Why do you come to me when all others will not?” he asked, turning back to Annette.

She shook her head, and the tiny gold curls bounced all over. “There are many who would come to you, but the lord does not want anyone around you or Evan.”