ella
ngering madness of my dream, I stepped out into the estate's Rose Garden. The morning air was crisp, heavy with the sweet, suffocating scent of b
appy now,
sually perfectly styled hair disheveled, his ey
ft, though my pulse steadied into a co
nt. "Clara is locked in her apartment. My grandmother cut off her allowance and threatened
ow dare you speak to Miss Rossi this way? You publicly humiliated her, paraded a sho
stupid maid,"
tremble, playing the exact role he expected. "Does my dignity mean nothing to
he stale whiskey on his breath. He reached out and grabbed
ine pain flari
ll apologize. You will tell her you overreacted and beg her to lift the restrictio
me disgusted him, turning on his hee
. But it wasn't Grayson's threat that made
I slowly turned my head toward the edge of the garden. Behind a row of towering, gloomy I
er was
't see his eyes, but I could feel them. The predatory, Siberian coldness radiating from the trees was id
ine. I quickly turned away, hurrying tow
c V-16 shut with a solid thud, sealing us in
om my eyes. The trembling stopped. I leaned back against the plush le
y bruised wrist with tearful eyes. "We have to
otion. "Damon Falcone only cares about
m treat you like this
ching my lips. "I'm not heartbroken, Gina. I fe
ed by the sudden sh
ng out the tinted window at the passing city. "If I break the betrothal, I lo
ow
, suffocating fiancée. I will obsess over his studies. I will buy us tickets to the longest, most tedious classical music
f around his neck like a perfect silk tie, and I will pull until he suffocates. I wi
ght-iron gates of Trinity College,

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