Delphine stepped onto the second floor and saw the man entering from the open balcony of the study. His tall, lithe figure was silhouetted against the light, his face as perpetually cold and severe as ever, exuding an unapproachable detachment.
"Sit." Ignatius Leclair entered and casually gestured toward the sofa. His voice was low, tinged with a slight rasp.
Delphine took a deep breath. Though this man was mercurial, borderline schizophrenic, and deeply pathological, he had taken Nicholas away without a word. Now, he wore such a leisurely demeanor, as if he had done nothing wrong at all.
Fury surged within Delphine, nearly overwhelming her. Her voice was sharp and icy as she spoke, "Why did you take Nicholas away?"
