Behind the blindfold, her eyes shed tears. Soon they would soak the cloth and he’d know how much she wept.
“Your problem, my darling, is that you don’t have to hang on to your horror. Why do that, when you have a man in your life who is just dying to see your nasty alter ego perform?”
Her head drooped sadly, while her sore arms burned with a terrible ache. It must have been over an hour that she’d been bound against this post. After all this time, she hardly had the heart, the strength to go through a trial as frightening as her friends’ had been. But then, she had no choice but to follow her husband’s lead.
Emerson snapped her head back, clutching her chin in his hand, and jerked up.
“Tell us, tell us all, Daphne, sweet Daphne, what it is that shames you so? What terrible thoughts
