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Chapter Eleven

AFTER he ended the call, the library was silent. Sylvia heard only low, soft snuffles that she realized were her own sobs.

Her captor stood over her, and she felt his silent, considering gaze upon her. She tried to stifle her weeping but could not.

All she could think about was that Xavier had been right. Arnold had betrayed her. Tricked her. He’d used her own idealistic nature, her belief in loyalty and love, against her.

He’d never loved Sylvia at all. He’d only wanted her body. He was already married, and he’d been waiting…waiting for…

“He’s waiting for his wife to die,” she whispered aloud.

She felt Xavier touch her arm. “I know.”

She looked up. His dark eyes were surprisingly gentle.

“Come,” he said in a low voice. “You’ve had a rough day. I’ll take you to bed.”

She was unable to resist as he took her hand in his larger one, lifting her to her feet. She trembled at his touch, barely feeling strong enough to hold the bodice of her wedding gown closed with her other hand.

She pr
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