live with.”
He sank into Gordon’s chair, his head in his hands. Sable stood against the wall, breathing hard, her eyes darting between us like a cornered animal. “You think you’ve won,” she said, her voice shaking. “But you’re just a bitter old woman who tricked us.”
I smiled, the same cold smile I’d perfected over these terrible weeks. “No, Sable. I continue reading …
