"What of obedience?"
She took a backward step.
"To you?"
Her voice, always low, quivered with scorn.
"Are you not the Lady of the Frangipani?" he replied with a brutal laugh, while his eyes grew dull as treacherous water.
"You need not remind me!"
"Your memory will serve us both. Astura awaits you!"
Ilaria shrank against the wall, while, with a swift movement, Raniero stepped between her and the curtain.
"Astura!" she flashed, horror in her eyes. "Never! Never!"
The Frangipani eyed her ominously.