Chapter Twelve
Antonia had walked on eggs in her husband’s house before, especially in those first days of her marriage when she still believed Rupert loved her and she did everything possible to please him. She wasn’t walking on eggs now to please him, but was both alert and cautious in light of the strange way Rupert looked at her since he returned from his business trip. There was a glint in his eye she’d never seen before, and he seemed unusually reserved, as if he were studying her very carefully.
Maybe it was nothing, just a mood for reasons that had nothing to do with her. But coupled with her concerns for Rafael and his task in Madrid, she was a nervous wreck by the time the next day dawned. She’d hardly slept. Her dreams were almost nightmares. She woke up once, gasping for bre
