You are priceless. Gabe’s heart kicked him in the ribs. There were responses he’d prepared in his life—saved up for the day he might need them, no matter how unlikely. He had an acceptance speech ready for the London Business League award. He had his murderous threats well-rehearsed in case he crossed paths with that cruel bastard of a workhouse guardian someday. Gabe even knew what he’d say to his mother, if she came back from the grave to hear it. He had no idea how to respond to this. He couldn’t have possibly prepared. Nothing in his life had taught him to imagine those words. You are
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