and i 'd bet every woman thought the same damn thing when she looked at him . now was not a good time for her healing-crystal/save-the-world routine . i sat down and placed my hands on the table . and will just any key help here ? to have her cry for him ? she was , in a word , his prisoner . it broke my father 's heart when my mother-his third wife , died . with a slight nod , i turned away and moved forward to walk the massive staircase . 