He stepped forward, and she stepped back. It happened so naturally it might have been a dance. Henry advanced with terrible calm, and Livia retreated in equal silence. The night wind pulled at the loose sleeves of her robe and sent strands of hair across her face, but she did not dare lift a hand to brush them away. She was too busy watching him.
One step. Then another. Until the backs of her legs struck the low ledge of the roof and she stopped with a startled breath. There was nowhere else to go.
Henry stood close enough now that she could see the tension in his jaw. "How many men has there been?" he finally asked.
Livia shook her head quickly. "Just one….Please, you cannot tell Nicholas I told you. Please." She swallowed hard. "He made me swear. He made me promise."
His gaze moved over her trying to read every hour of the days he had missed. His eyes lifted back to hers. "Was he inside you? Did he fuck you?"
