Chapter 75: Some limited admissions

"You're suffering," Trace gulped. Inwardly, he knew Anaisa must be referring to being out on the streets. From her dream the night before, he was piecing together that she must have been rather wealthy, or at least her father had been.

He shouldn't take it as a personal indictment that being married to him was suffering. That she hated him and considered every moment with him to be painful. She'd been too happy to have him in her dream for him to believe that.

And yet, the doubt wriggled its way into his mind.

"Will you help me?" She pled.

He wanted to ask why. Ask what taking that man down for her would accomplish, but there would be obvious benefits even without Anaisa's desire in the equation.

Freedom for himself, and her, and Katia from the schemes of his blackmailer.

"Do you know any of the other Counts? Are any of them trustworthy and could help us?" He asked, not consenting or rejecting her plea.