"Yes," she said softly, covering her eyes with one hand. Why did she tell him? Shit. Now he thought she was insane, or worse. He probably thought the worst of Lucas now, because clearly he had to be Fernand. But she couldn't shake the fear that Lucas was that bad. Was Edward alive and warning her somehow? Or was she driving herself insane with grief and guilt?
As he spoke, she looked to him with a forced neutral expression. Her eyes were slightly glassy as she nodded. "That would...make him the Count...if he is indeed alive..." Clenching every muscle in her body, she rested her fingers against her lips. "In which case I pray to God he never comes to this horrible place."