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Papá had sent it in his last package back in July with no note, only his name and return address in Cairo labeled on the box.
What if it wasn't him who sent it
An image of a woman walked across my vision, disappearing when I blinked.
I think this will be significant
“Listen, as pretty as you are, I’m not your friend, I’m not your guard, and I’m certainly not your babysitter. How much trouble are you going to cause me?”
Lolll
“Would you rather I flirt with you?”
LOLLLL
Everyone deserved a living wage. No human ought to be treated as if their work didn’t matter, or their choices, or their dreams.
his attention still on my uncle’s hand.
AHHH HES PROTECTIVE OVER HER
He shouted something at me, but I couldn’t make out the words. I blew a kiss at him and laughed when he shot me a rude gesture.
Grief was like a memory keeper. It showed me moments I’d forgotten, and I was grateful, even as my stomach hollowed out. I never wanted to forget them, no matter how painful it was to remember.
At one point, he reached behind me and took hold of my hand. I looked down, stunned at the gesture. His calloused palm engulfed mine. It struck me that in the midst of such delightful pandemonium, he was a steady and calming presence.
“So, you find me interesting.” I said nothing, curious to see what game he’d play. He was always playing one. “What is it exactly that interests you?” A wicked gleam lit his eyes. He leaned forward, curling over the table, taking up too much space to ignore. His nearness quickened my pulse. “Have you thought about kissing me?”
Bro slow down, you've known her for a day
It would be easier if I didn’t like him at all.
I greatly fear that he’s become involved with disreputable individuals associated with illegal activities here in Cairo. Please see the enclosed card. This is indeed what I fear, correct? Would it be possible if I might visit you at your office? I must speak with you further about this
Did her uncle have something to do with their deaths?
“I’ll do it,” I said.
NoOoOo!!!
Thanks to my parents’ deaths, my uncle had all the money in the world.
Yeah exactly. He killed them or sent them off without the proper equipment knowing that they'd die
No time to scream for help.
Oh crap. This is how she'll get found out
“Inez!”
AHHHH HES NEVER USED HER FIRST NAME BEFORE
I half turned my head to find an obsidian ridge cutting through the surface, a large shadow moving like a bullet under the water line. Horror seized my body and I stopped swimming, paralyzed.
NO
He cupped my face in his hands and gently pulled my head forward until our mouths met. Neither of us closed our eyes, and the contact rippled outward, an electrical current I felt in every corner of my body. Bubbles of air passed through his lips and into mine. The pressure in my chest decreased and I turned away, not wanting to take more from him. We
SCREAMING
With utter calm and poise, she pulled the trigger. My respect for her soared as, together with her father, she shot at the predator.
Oh they're definitely going to be friends
“Are you vouching for her?” “I am.” Isadora raised her brows and looked between us with an interested air.
HAHA! She's already shipping them
Mr. Hayes’s expression softened, his gaze warm. “Are you really all right?”
“Let her stay,” Whit said. “I think she’s earned the right to be on the team.”
“All right,” he said quietly. “You’re in, Inez.”
YES
You’re in. What had he meant by that?
Criminal activities
“What reputation?” Whit muttered.
Lol
“Come now,” Tío Ricardo said. “I’ve seen the way you look at her.”
HAHA YOU'RE NOT SLICK MAN
Let her stay. He could never know how much those words meant to me. When everyone always told me no, his defense had felt like a warm welcome.
The soft light drifting into the cabin from the small window danced across his face. His grave expression stole my breath. “I’m glad I made it to you in time,” he said softly. “Me too.” He straightened away from the door, a wry smile tugging at his mouth. “Good night, darling.”
“You paid me for my services.” Mr. Fincastle gestured toward me. “She’s made a full recovery since. We ought to congratulate you.” “Congratulations,” Whit said to me cheerfully.
To my astonishment, Whit took my plate and served me a little of everything. Isadora watched him with keen interest. Everyone else at the table remained motionless. I could feel the subtle note of disapproval. “Just how well do you two know each other?” Mr. Fincastle asked. “We met a few days ago,” Whit said with his imperturbable English accent. “So not well.”
I think hes trying to piss off Ricardo
He’d eaten every bite on his plate and was now helping himself to my pastry. As if there weren’t other ones to choose from at the center of the table. Really, his manners were atrocious.
I love this man
Whit caught my eye, and smiled at me, his expression surprisingly tender.
He looked down, lips parted in surprise. The full force of his blue gaze met mine. He brought his hand up to my cheek, hesitant and slow, almost touching. Something cold flashed in his eyes, and he dropped his palm.
He's "forbidden from courting her."
Ricardo said he hadn’t meant to hurt me, but he did.
THE HECK!?
But he is a murderer.
I THOUGHT SO
Whit
Ever since he saved her life shes been calling him by his first name
I had to get off the Elephantine. It took me seconds to pack all of my things.
Bad idea
It was foolish to jump.
Thank god
The only girl I had a right to think about was the one back in England.
Better be your sister man
His whole body seemed to exhale at the sight of me. His perusal was thorough; his gaze raked over me as if he wanted to assure himself I was hale and whole.
I frowned, not understanding why he suddenly didn’t want to breathe the same air, why he suddenly didn’t seem to want to be around me.
Because it hurts him that hes not allowed to even be friends with you
“I don’t mind the effort or the challenge.” She dimpled. “I’ll teach you, if I can call you Inez.” I knew I liked her. “It’s nice to have a friend, Isadora.” “Likewise,” she said
Called it. I hope we can trust her
The pain was a forever fixture in my life. Much like having arms and legs and ears. Their death was a truth that was both strange, and yet profoundly ordinary. People died every day. Well-meaning distant relations told me that one day I’d be able to move past it. But I’d traveled thousands of miles only to discover that I couldn’t leave this new weight I carried behind me. My parents were gone forever, but I brought them with me wherever I went.
“I have an idea.” He eyed me warily. “Have I told you how much I live in terror of your ideas?”
his hand brushing against mine, and I startled from the electrifying zip that ran up my arm. He flexed his fingers
Mr Darcy moment
A sharp prickling surrounded me, pressing into my edges. I wanted to push back against it, as if it were a wall closing in on me.
Some bad juju magic??
He laughed. “Her name is Arabella, you curious fiend.”
“And you? Do you have a beau courting you?” “Not really, but I suppose there is someone if I want there to be.” Whit stiffened, and his lips pinched slightly. An interesting reaction that both thrilled and terrified me.
“So the gate has something to do with my parents.”
Its where they were going when they died!!! That meeting time was for them when I'd assumed that it was something her mom found for her brother
“By the way,” I said, lifting my chin. “We’re basically even.” Whit stiffened. “You’ve said my name twice.” “That doesn’t make us even. It makes us idiots!” Whit shouted.
