“Veronica Speedwell. Say. It.” “Very well,” I muttered. “I was wrong.” He threw his head back and laughed, the sound of it echoing off the marble walls until the whole of the little bathhouse was filled with his merriment. “My god, I have never been so happy to hear anything in the whole of my life.” “Enjoy the moment,” I told him tartly. “It will surely never come again.”
