“Hiding the bruises with makeup doesn’t make you fine. It makes you a con artist.” “Oh, I’m sorry. Which bruises are we talking about? The ones from the thugs or the ones you savagely gave me like some barbarian? I can’t even move without feeling them.” A wide, impossibly proud grin curves his lips. “Mission accomplished. Brace yourself, sweetheart, there will be more marks before those disappear.” “You…” “Pervert? You’re starting to sound like a broken record.”
