“Montserrat, let’s talk about us. I am willing to alleviate your financial woes and provide you with the other trinkets you desire, including Tristán. The love of your life, am I correct?” “I can get a raise and go on dates on my own, asshole,” she said, unable to maintain a composed tone against the mockery of his voice. His amused laughter reverberated around them. “You’re trying to use anger as your shield. If you won’t be afraid, then you’ll be furious and insolent. It’s a cheap trick.” “It’s from your book,” she replied. “I know. That is why I’m partial to it.”
