She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. There it is—against you. “Suppose you call me by my proper name,” she said quietly. ’ Gerald eyed her with interest.
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