What had Iza said to him? You cannot claim what is beyond without letting go.” She also said that something kept him bound here.
The two were contradictions. Unless he needed to discover what was meant for him here, or maybe simply recognize it and then he could break the bond. But even if he deciphered Iza’s warnings and message, he still did not have the funds to pursue his dream. It would also be that poverty kept him bound, which would take time to resolve.
Cassian hoped that in time there would be clarity. If not, then he would simply return to Iza again.
But not until Samantha was free.
France!
What was in France?
That’s right, she had overheard that he was not simply Mr. Jourdain, but a lord, Comte de Rohan.
Now, to learn, that he wanted to return to France, where she might never see him again, well, Samantha wasn’t certain what to think.
When she had come down here last night, she had hoped to never see Cassian again but that was because of her humiliation, except now that it would likely become a reality, Samantha wasn’t certain what to think. Yet clearly, he had no difficulty with the idea of never encountering her or he would not be set on leaving England.
What had he meant that he could not have foreseen that Nina would have risked her very life to be free of the prison he put her in.
What prison? Cassian would not have been so cruel to do that to his sister.
“We can talk of this later. I do not want Samantha to be alone for long,” Cassian said right before he returned to the room. When he looked directly at her, relief swept through her body that he could still see her.
He then took the seat across from her before he glanced at everything on the tray and frowned when he realized nothing had been touched.
“Were you not hungry after all?”
“I am.” Then she showed him how impossible it was to pick up the teapot.
“You should have called for me,” he chastised as he leaned forward to pour her a cup of tea.
“I did, but not for food, but because I could hear a private conversation.”
“I did not hear you.”
“I know. I yelled, but you never responded, so all I could do was try not to listen, which was impossible, and wait to eat.” She winced because it had been impolite. “It sounded as if you were having a very important conversation with Lord St. Alban.”
He glanced up, his eyes meeting hers. “How much did you hear?”
She shrugged. “All of it I suppose. I have very good hearing. I believe it goes along with being able to hear music in a voice.”
He just gave a quick nod. “Do you take anything in your tea?”
“No.”
Clearly, he did not want to further their discussion and because she was so thirsty and hungry she would not ask, yet. He still may not offer any explanation when she broached the subject again later, but she might as well since she may never get out of here and there was nothing else to do besides play the piano, which she certainly would not do.
Cassian started to hand the cup to her but Samantha could not grasp that any better than she could the teapot.
“I suppose that I will just need to feed you.” He grinned and came around and sat next to her before placing the cup against her lips. Samantha drank until it was gone because she was so parched.
“Would you rather have water?” There was a pitcher on the table and a glass.
“Yes please. Maybe once my thirst is quenched, I can enjoy the tea.”
He did as she asked then placed the glass against her lips and Samantha drank its entirety.
“I suppose you cannot use a utensil either.”
