Racheal turned away, and went to sit on a chaise.

She felt numb, and sad.

Watching how wretchedly sorry Steffan was had dissipated her anger.

Was this the secret Delbert had been talking about?

“Don’t hate me.” She heard Steffan say, and she looked up at him.

Her heart sank at the way he looked.

She may not be sure of anything in this crazy country she lived in, but she believed he did not kill that girl.

She had never seen a man look this shattered about an event from his ...