o dull the edges of her panic, sharpening her mind. The cal

te with a deliberate slowness. Smoke curled aroun

nhappy?" he asked, the question

n't answer. S

owing a stream of smoke. "A business arrangement. The bastard son of

low. So that was him. The source of her

sion neutral, but inside, her

transactional marriage, and it would destroy he

precious Chanel, Anastasia thought, a b

uston stubbed out the cigarette and looked dire

was hallucinating. Him, asking her, his fia

words escaped her befo

ame only. A deal. Ennis needs a wife to get his own family

rary. Once this is all sorted out, I'll 'take you back.' We'll still be

ad loved for six years. It was now

and the rage, a wild i

control. Find the truth about what happened to her family. To

healed her, the man even Juston seemed

her the weapon she need

calculations within. When she looked up again, her face

"will you really... still be good to me?" She sounded

ile. He knew it. She couldn't live withou

ftening. He even reached out as if to p

eep breath as if steeling herself

urprised by her

, as if she were on the edge of a cliff. "But I'm

Juston

ve the courage. You go talk to Ennis Sharpe right now. If he agrees, we go t

his suspicions. He saw only an opportunity he had to se