Aramis bit back the "what?" that wanted to come out; the question that she had just answered without it being asked, the confirmation that he had heard correctly.

Holding her elbows (which gave him a reason not to ball his hands into fists), he searched her face as ardently as she had searched his.

"Rochefort," he finally said, his own heartbeat suddenly loud in his ears. The worst man to find out (outside the King, of course) knows. Forgive him, but he has to ask: "did he hurt you?" Aramis would kill him. As soon as he found a door, he would kill Rochefort.