City of Endless Night (Pendergast #17)(94)

As he’d spoken, Constance had stared closely at his face. There was an intensity in his expression, a look in the glittering ice-silver eyes, that she had not seen before.

He grasped her hands more firmly. “Please come home.”

For a long moment Constance remained silent, holding his eyes with her own. And then—almost imperceptibly—she nodded.