Graemory stiffened when she heard Bael's words. Her wine glass trembled faintly in her grip. The blood-red liquid rippling near the edge.
Her eyes widened for a split second, but she reined it in fast and become steady again.
She forced herself to breathe slowly and stay composed. "Maybe it's just a test," she told herself. "Maybe he's just bluffing."
"What do you mean, my lord?" she asked smoothly, her tone measured and calm. She took another sip of her wine to hide the dryness in her throat.
Bael chuckled with eyes gleaming. "I'm always impressed by how sly you are, Graemory. If I didn't already know anything I would've been fooled again."
Graemory's stomach clenched. Her heart pounded loud and fast in her chest.
"He knows… he knows something. If not everything!" Her thoughts raced but she couldn't think of any safe way out of this.
Bael leaned back on the couch and studied her with that predatory amusement still dancing in his eyes.
