That might even have been why he killed Simon's friend!
The thought made her heart stop beating for an instant and her body turn cold. Killing Simon would have upset David's plans, but he might have taken out his jealous rage on Simon's friend.
"But what did you want to do with de Gobignon?" he demanded, turning from the window.
He would not let it alone. She slid off the bed and got to her feet. She went to the chest and stood with her back to David, staring at the picture of the saint. Anger clouded over her vision so that she could not see the painting. She clasped her hands together to control their trembling.
"I do not have to tell you that," she said in a choked voice. "It does not matter. I do what is necessary."
"As I do!" There was a snarl in his voice.
What did he mean by that, she wondered. She turned and the look she saw on his face made her stomach knot itself. His teeth were bared and his eyes were narrowed to glowing slits.
Now she had to hear him say it. "Did you kill that boy?"
She watched him slowly regain command of himself. Calm returned to the hard, tan features. His eyes held hers, and their color seemed to change from white-hot to the cold gray of iron.
"Of course."