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But years of scornful looks and cutting remarks had taught Sesily that society’s judgment either snuffed the light from its brightest stars or made it burn brighter . . .
And wherever women held power, be it a throne, a club, or a labyrinth, there were men wishing to seize it.
“Hesitation in battle is for dramatic novels and play fighting,” she replied.
“Men are ridiculous.” “For wanting to keep you safe?” “For believing that you aren’t the thing from which we are most in danger.” She spread her arms wide. “Look around you.”
But of course, men with money and title and power were never turned on. Not even when they should be.
“Truly. It was exceedingly primitive,” Adelaide said flatly before allowing, “And, I will admit, somewhat engaging. Come to think of it, considering how wild-eyed he was with you, we should have assumed that he’d take you somewhere to—play croquet.”
I stopped going to the Sparrow because I stopped begging for scraps from people who could not see me.”
“Really, Detective Inspector,” she said, “you are lucky I do not take offense at being called a criminal mastermind.” “I didn’t call you a criminal mastermind.” “Ah. Well. Now I am offended.”
“I didn’t. You said it the way you say it to someone you’re intending to never see again. You said it the way you say it to someone whose heart you’re about to break. You said it like an end, instead of a beginning.”
“Let me be clear, you arrogant man. You know nothing of what I will do if you die. If you die, I will detonate. They will have to invent new words for the havoc I will wreak."
at least, how perfect she would be if she were not holding a jar of gunpowder as though it were a cup of tea.
This is how we love. Out loud. With truth. This is how we fight. Together, or not at all.”
