The count extended his hand toward the library. "I was hidden behind that door, which connects to the house next door. I rented it."
Valentine looked away, an expression of outraged pride and modest fear crossing her face. "Sir, I think you've committed an unparalleled intrusion, and what you call protection feels more like an insult!"
"Valentine," he answered softly, "during my long watch over you, all I observed was who visited you, what food was prepared, and what drinks were served. When I noticed the beverage appeared dangerous, I entered, as I have tonight, and substituted a healthy drink for the poison. Instead of producing the intended death, it allowed life to flow through your veins."
"Poison? Death?" Valentine exclaimed, half-believing she was still trapped in some feverish hallucination. "What are you saying?"
