A little Madeira seemed to recover her enough to resume the discussion. After all, it was what she had been praying for—and Annabel could not have known her address. Even in his fevered hours, so the girl had said, his tongue had not betrayed him. Did he intend to kill her now, this instant? Or had she a moment or two to try to save herself? Recalling Leonardo’s dictum, she did not struggle, for that would only tighten the trap about her, and perhaps even spring it.
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