Margery snatched the napkin from Nim’s hand and clasped her fingers as their gazes locked. “Are you in over your head?” “Yes. But there’s no need to drag yourself down with me—” “Hush,” Margery snapped. “I’ll give you everything I know. More, if you need it. That’s my promise.” Nim squeezed her fingers tighter. “I don’t deserve you.” “No one does, love. It’s why I’m alone at five and twenty.”
