Aira’s POV
“Jack?” I asked, pulling my robe more tightly together at the neckline.
Jack’s expression told me he wanted to talk about what had happened. “Aira.”
“I really don’t want to discuss it,” I said, sitting next to him on the bed. “But thank you for your support.” I put my hand on his.
“Well, we’re going to talk about it,” he replied firmly. “Blanche told me what happened.”
I shuddered, not wanting to think about it. If I could have, I would have burrowed deeper into my plush robe. “It was awful.”
“I’m sure it was. But he did the right thing,” he said.
I snapped my gaze to his, shocked. “What do you mean, he did the right thing? They were frozen, Jack! They couldn’t defend themselves!”
“They were rogues,” Jack responded. He took my hands in his. “Aira, rogues are very bad peo
