For a moment, Jocelynn sat absolutely still, unable to move or draw breath as Bors Lothian looked at her with beseeching eyes.
Now she understood. She'd thought that he'd made some kind of decision about her, perhaps even deciding to have her betrothed to Loman when he announced Loman as his heir. Or perhaps, now that he intended to install Loman as his successor, he was willing to let go of whatever worries he'd held about her and Owain since she wouldn't become the next Marchioness.
But she'd been very, very wrong. Bors' resistance to her presence and her ideas hadn't come about because he accepted her, it had happened because, when he looked at her, he wasn't seeing Jocelynn Blackwell. He was seeing his fallen wife, Isla.
