“A-Are you all right?” Laurent asked.
“I am fine.” Chloe nodded, attempting to maintain her composure. Her trembling hand, however, betrayed her trepidation. Stains still lingered on her delicate fingertips from Damien’s blood. She pressed the hand that held Damien’s glove against her mouth.
She was acutely aware of why Damien had taken the bullets without so much as flinching and why he had stood before the wine cabinet. Had his safety been the only matter of concern, he never would have allowed himself to be shot.
Damien. The haunting image of her husband being hauled away and leaving a path of crimson in his wake flashed once more in her mind. She clenched her fists more tightly, her hot breaths becoming increasingly ragged. At that moment, an urgent knock came at the door.
As she looked up, Chloe saw the door swing open, revealing a familiar face. Chloe stopped Laurent before he could reach for the gun in his bag.
“Lord Cormier?”
