Rosamund
The cold smile gave way to mild amusement as Jennifer stopped in front of me, regarding me with what was, shockingly, care.
"You look terrible," she said again, then tilted her head and studied my face with concern. "How are you feeling? I'm sorry, I wanted to visit, but Nevan wouldn't hear a word of it. He was afraid my presence wouldn't sit well with you." She paused. "Are you fine now? In fact, I was on my way to see you, since I heard Nevan left for Wellspring."
I straightened from the wall, my brows arching at the sweetness oozing from Jennifer. If I didn't know who she was, I could have been fooled.
"Thank you for your care. I'm fine."
"Thank God!" She sighed, flashing me another smile, then reached into the pocket of her gown and produced a small linen handkerchief, embroidered at the corner with a B in dark thread. She held it out to me. "Here, wipe your face. It's blotchy."
