Chapter 345

Lucien Proserpina had come awake at dawn again and rushed to the bathroom. He came awake at once and hearing her retching violently, he rose, following her to the bathroom. She stood, swaying and then leaning against the wall, ashen-faced, purple bruises under her eyes. Without a word, he helped her wash and brush her teeth for she insisted and then he helped her back to bed. Standing over her, his face tight with concern, he watched as she sipped a cup of weak tea that Beatrice brought up immediately at his summons. She had also slipped in a sedative, again on Lucien’s instructions.