A Game of Hearts

by Joanna Barker

“We’ve nowhere to go,” he said mildly. Too mildly. “We may as well discuss all your failings.”

“You are disagreeable.” “Only when someone disagrees with me.”

“You mustn’t say such things when I am trying to be obstinate,” I rasped, my voice weak. Tristan’s expression softened. “That is hardly fair. You are always obstinate.”