“Then he’s not worthy of it.” Viola made a noise she was not certain was ladylike. “That’s the sort of thing it’s easy to say. But much harder to live.” “Is it any harder than living in a world where your best friend thinks you’re dead, and you have no idea what would happen were he to learn otherwise?” “What do you imagine could happen?” The only thing worse, Viola realised, than being trapped in a small moving box was being trapped in a small moving box full of Lady Marleigh’s opinions. “We cannot be friends as we once were. He could find me repulsive or absurd
