Her voice was carefully controlled now, her body on high alert. What was he talking about? She suspected he was just making things up, trying to distract her with words promising good intentions while he stabbed her in the back. But if he was telling the truth--if there was something missing... What was he talking about? She could remember perfectly well... Except for how she'd arrived in the city. Was that what he was talking about?

It was possible, but she still didn't trust him. Not when he arrived like this, foreboding and arrogant. She took a step sideways and back, to put more distance between them and get around the chair in one smooth motion. Her face was a mask.

Even as a girl, she had been good at hiding what she was feeling when she wanted to.