Scarlett got back in the car.

The rain was still coming down. A dead, yellowed leaf clung to the windshield, and she switched on the wipers. The black blades swept back and forth, back and forth — useless. The waterlogged leaf didn't move an inch.

She leaned back against the leather seat and stared out at the rain-blurred world beyond the glass.

She didn't deeply love Orric. She knew that.

But his betrayal had dragged her somewhere she ...