Priya sighed, suddenly weary. “Leave me. Go to that Lord Rajan of yours. Go to your brother. Do—exactly what you’d hoped to. I know you want to. Don’t pretend you care what happens to me.” “You saved my life,” Malini said. “You saved it more than once.” “And you still don’t care,” said Priya. “I know that. So go.” She could feel Malini considering it.
