He once tried to sell me for a goddamn pocket watch. He’s made it very clear that I’m not worth more than the scum on the bottom of his shoe. His hatred isn’t like the others’. It was never about me being a daughter of North Side. It was never about my name or my pedigree. It wasn’t rivalry that drove him to treat me like that. It was just him. Some primal part of Sy just despises me for what I am. And he saved me.
