The wizard turned on his side to stare into her face. Only moonlight shining through the open window illuminated the room. She could just barely see the desperation in his face that she loathed. Didn't he understand that he was showing her a weakness that she could exploit? And she would if she didn't still love him so much. The world was too cruel of a place to not take every advantage when it was presented. He needed to learn to be more careful. Living in France so far away from the ugliness of their society was making him weak.