Delphine's heart was stirred. Ignatius Leclair was growing more aggressive with every step. If she didn't take advantage of the situation to leave now, she might never find a legitimate reason to do so again. The only concern was Griffith Squire. Back then in the Golden Triangle, he treated her and Leah like infants, controlling them relentlessly. That man's possessiveness was overwhelming. If Griffith went from pretending to truly making his move, Delphine's expression darkened—would she have to escape for a second time?
"Leah, let me think about it," Delphine said hoarsely, her voice low.
