"This…" Aubin said with a sharp intake of breath as he struggled to think of a reason that Bors would have demanded that Percivus take such an… aggressive approach with the women from Blackwell. "Why would the Marquis want to see you suffer? Why would Lord Bors want to see a Confessor dead?"
"Because, in his illness, Lord Bors wasn't in his right mind," Jocelynn said, expressing the only conclusion she'd been able to reach about Bors' strange behavior, both before and after he'd attacked her. "I came to his chambers three times a day to help care for him," she explained. "I brought his meals and talked to him to keep him company."
"At first, he didn't care much for my company," she admitted, remembering how sharp his tongue had been and how little he trusted her motives. She hadn't blamed him for it. By the time his health had begun to fail him, she'd come to terms with how wrong she'd been to betray Ashlynn.
