” Lucy gestured to the rough plywood floor. There was a photo of her that looked exactly like you. Her heartbeat quickened. She had killed him. I’ve called half a dozen times at her flat, and she won’t see me. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. ‘In that case, he is probably already dead, and you have nothing to worry about.
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