Some of her fear had dissipated in the previous week. Not entirely, of course, but at least partially. Being so close to Antonin and not being discovered was a heady feeling. She pushed aside the reminder that he had, in fact, approached Augustus" room to demand what was happening within. He'd been only meters away from his wife and hadn't even realized it. They hadn't been that near to the other since the day she stabbed him in the eye. Not since their son's birthday. It felt a lifetime ago.