"'Mistress.' Christ, Vera, does it have to sound that ugly?""I know you're angry. Breaking my word to you was wrong, I'll own that. But think about it. You've got no family name, no connections, no one to open doors for you. Tell me yourself, what part of you stacks up against Camilla?""I'm Marlowe's golden boy now. You really still dreaming about marrying me?"Dreaming.Every one of those promises he'd spelled out for me, word by word, and now, in his mouth, they'd turned into some delusion of mine.I wanted to laugh, and I couldn't.Three years of my life, and Adrian had already forgotten. All the time it took him to climb from a bastard everyone stepped on to a man who stood at the front of the room, every shootout, every hit, every bullet that came for his head, I was the one who took it for him.Without me, he'd have been carried out of some alley feetfirst a hundred times over.I stared at him, my voice gone cold. "So that's it. Because I've got no name and no pull, I'm suppose
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