The closer we drew to Deyanira's quarters, the quieter I became. Earlier's pettiness was a brief distraction, one I needed from what was to come. Theo remained behind. As much as he wanted to come he knew there was nothing he could do.
Besides, I couldn't have his pretty features before Deyanira. She would snatch him up in a heartbeat and the thought of Theo's choices stripped from him again would be heartbreaking. No, he remained in the shabby palace under my command.
Now we walked in silence, Soren leading the way, and Kharis trailing behind me, playing his part. When we arrived at the threshold of Deyanira's wing, one of her servants was there to take my coat. I'd wanted to keep it on but that would also be impolite, meaning I was ready to leave at a moment's notice. It was scripted well for her benefit.