“Miss St. Claire,” Arch whispered, “I like to think of myself as a reasonable man, but this, this is not only highly improper but vastly rude. How you treated my friends—” “Your friends?” Quincy snorted. “Yes,” he hissed. “My friends deserve more respect than what you have shown. And I deserve more respect than you have shown.” “Because you cavort with the graced of Rhysdon?” “Because I am a human being!” His lips were actually quivering from white anger. “People are not numbers or quarterly reports, and I am not your slave. I give you above and beyond what is expected of my work. Now—” He
...more
