Donovan stood in front of the mirror in his room at the Red Lion hotel room, pressing one edge of his fake whiskers into place.

Samantha had seen through the disguise. She had looked up at

him, her eyes filled with pain and a silent demand for the truth. A truth he couldn't give her. Lord, when this was over, he prayed she would forgive him.

"Not meaning any disrespect, sir, but do you think it was wise, to allow Samantha to get a close look at you?"

Donovan looked past his reflection in the mirror to where beta Digby stood near the big four-poster bed behind him. "At the...