Rabastan started to fill up her empty wine glass from the bottle he'd been enjoying with his brother. Clearly they'd started long before she arrived because the bottle was completely empty. She tried to hide her nerves. The more they drank, the more difficult the night was likely to get. What if Rodolphus tried to prove to her that she belonged to him again? His brother's presence might only encourage him to try. He wouldn't like to be thought of as being less than a man with witnesses.