His face lit up with an excitement he could not deny. He had grown accustomed—dangerously so—to her sitting with him daily.
"Come in."
The door moved. Madelyn stuck her head in first, her eyes searching. Then she smiled as she saw him.
Brand's smile increased.
"I had no knowledge you have been released from your confines," she said pleasantly.
He closed the book-log and set it aside. "I have never been one for patience."
"A great lie you have told countlessly to the point of believing," she said, walking closer. "I refuse to believe it as you have."
"You consider me a patient man?"
"Oh, the most patient, if any." She sat at the foot of his bed.
Brand had to repress a laugh. She thought him patient? What would she think, then, when she met with Carlisle?
His smile went with the thought.
When?
He was thinking of it? He had no knowledge he had been at all. Of Madelyn meeting Carlisle, and Lady Gwen. And Alexander. He had no knowledge he thought beyond the ship.
