She nodded with a slight smile on her chapped lips. “I was going to make you into something special. Something amazing and unforgettable. With your beauty and my brains, we’d never want for anything London could offer. We could’ve owned the city.” Then her expression crumbled, aging her a million years. “Instead, you’re going to rot in jail.” I took a step closer, nailing her in place with my stare. I had never talked back to Miss Crane in such a way. She growled like a cornered dog.
