The existence of two more cars behind me suddenly seem important. I’ve held up this line long enough. The officer nods and I look to the man at my side, “Thank you for your help.” I roll my window up and I drive in. I don’t trust that guy, and I don't know what would have happened if I actually
The doors open immediately and every activity in the hall stops. I freeze where I stand and I feel like asking to be shown the exit, but the fear and nervousness clenching in my stomach prevents me from doing so. I swallow to ease my suddenly dry throat and that low, ashy voice floats into my ears
My eyebrows furrow. A fabric. Bridget stares at me squarely when she speaks now, “Do you remember the Parisian coat you made for your grandmother?” A slow surge of sadness seeps into me, but I nod. I do. The design for it is still in my sketchbook, and I didn't draw it with an old woman in mind.
I turn to face him and I speak frankly, “I intend to.”I’ll deal with this like I'm dealing with one of the men in the office who thinks hounding me is a good idea when they know I'm married to their boss. My tone is stern, “I don’t know who you are, and I don't trust strange men. Thank you, for wha
Malachi’s pov. Antonia stays out the whole night. Anger and annoyance curl in me as I think about it, but I won't let it affect me. She’s bound to think she can be a bit wild and she’s made that clear from her argument with my mother. Antonia is like an insolent teen seeking attention when she’s
Antonia’s pov.I sleep on the cold floor when I return from the auction. I don’t even care about the fact that it’s cold, or hard, I’m just glad the dusty, flea-infested furniture Sienna asked the maids to bring into the room hasn’t been brought in.I’d have slept in the car if that had happened.
The facade of passion Malachi puts on melts off immediately and his face freezes over. He asks blandly, “Why?”I respond plainly, “Because I'm not here for you, Malachi. I’m here to pay off a debt and the moment I do that I'll be gone again.”“Back into Tieran’s arms, like the shameless family divid
At the cafe.“What’s wrong Antonia?”Bridget sees right through the smile I'm trying to put on. I keep that smile on my face as I pick up the cup of coffee before me and take a sip. I respond calmly with a shrug, “Nothing’s wrong.”Bridget gives me a look that shows she doesn’t believe that, and I