It's irritation, but nothing more. At least it is focused on her, and none other, but it's hardly a warm feeling for either party no doubt. Even now, how is it that he feels completely alone? He wouldn't want her to leave, but there are some things she can't understand. Won't ever.

And he doesn't care, normally wouldn't, but here he is without a plan and this time there's nobody directing him. Lucrezia's idea has merit, but it depends on too many unpredictable factors. Normally those are fun; he likes the excitement. But in this he cannot risk a third humiliation.

"I'm thinking..."

Sighing, Joshua abruptly turns his head away, one hand reaching up to drag his fingertips against a temple as if in a partial massage, or as if trying to push something out. He growls again, this time fuller, though it's away from her, and he shudders. It hurts.

"Why didn't they try sooner? Why did they leave?"