at Justin, she noted the gentle, friendly concern on his face.

Her lips twisted into a smile again, but it was merely a movement of
physical muscles and not a real
smile at all. `Nothing at all,' she said lightly, raising her cup to sip
from it delicately. The cup was handpainted
bone china and she leaned forward to prop her elbows on the table.
Her fingernails were
painted a deep bronze and a sapphire ring winked on her right hand.
`You, my dear, are lying