“I don’t want to be a pawn,” I say tightly. “That dress made me look like one.” “I rather doubt it.” He probably means it like a compliment, but it feels dismissive. “It made me feel like one.” I swallow, and my throat is tight. “So I asked Freya to find me another one.” He inhales, and I add, “Don’t take it out on her either.” He doesn’t flinch from my gaze. “I have done nothing to your friends, my lady. And I would never hold them accountable for your actions.” “Is that a threat?” I demand. He blinks, startled. “What? No. I do not—” “Because Grey spent his life doing everything you asked,
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PERIOD FUCKING TELL HIM
