“Perhaps I’m the fool. Clearly you don’t know me at all. Now tell me what has you riled up. Speak plain and quick. Your husbands might be content to scamper at your heels, but I am an heir in my own right. My slice of this city might be small, but it’s mine, dammit. I don’t know anyone named Nicole, and I’m not plotting to hurt you. I thought we were working together.” Adelaide drummed her fingers on the sleek wood of her desk. My throat tightened at the bare skin of her ring finger. Our failure. It was the last thing I should be thinking about, but I’d wanted to marry Adelaide for years.
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