Portrait of a Scotsman (A League of Extraordinary Women, #3)

by Evie Dunmore

“Expectations are also that he protect you with his life,” Hattie said with a frivolous little wave. “At least there’s no grand expectation that you die for him if required.” “Death is but an instant,” Catriona said softly. “You, however, would be asked to live your one life for him.”

Now she knew why girls were not allowed to feel anger—there was a reckless hope in it, and power.

Lovely was dead. Enter the witch.

“I suppose injustice in one place is usually linked to injustice elsewhere,”

it had occurred to her that she smiled more often to preempt someone else’s displeasure than to express her joy.