The door to Lydia's chamber shut with a sharp, echoing thud that reverberated through the vaulted room like a gunshot.
Lydia stood frozen for half a heartbeat, her back rigid, her fingers still clenched around the door handle as if she might rip it from its hinges. Slowly, deliberately, she turned.
Mirrors lined the walls, tall, arched things framed in dark silver, each one reflecting a slightly different version of her fury. In one, her lips were pressed too tightly together. In another, her eyes gleamed with something dangerously close to tears. In all of them, she looked humiliated.
"Did you see it?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Did you see the way he looked at her?"
