When Armand lifted his face, it had a dreamy expression, with gentle and distant eyes and a slight smile on his long mouth. There was a time when Claire had loved a smile like that, and that dreamy look had once filled her with anticipation. Now, it sickened her. Tears streamed into the corner of her mouth, though she couldn’t recall starting to cry. Armand stood for a moment in his trance, gazing down at Jamie. Then he snapped out of it, remembering his purpose.