The Bad Gentleman
I press my ear on the door, willing myself to concentrate on what’s been said.
I expect Christian to say something in my defense, tell his uncle I’m not a whore at least, but when a voice speaks, it’s not Christian’s and it’s not in my defense.
“The marriage will happen as soon as we can find the Desanti woman, and if we don’t find her, we might as well kill the husband of a living one and have him marry her. It shouldn’t be a problem, Uncle.”
My legs buckle, turning to jelly as the dread morphs into something more dark and twisted. So all this while he has plans to marry someone, and is wasting his time on me because he hasn’t found her? I’m just like what his uncle called me—a whore, to hi