All fucking night I held her. And I knew I had lost her already. There could be no other outcome. Sure, I could cling to stupid fantasies. That I might somehow fake her death and find a credible reason to commit my own vanishing act. Because I would have to vanish, too: Imelda’s disappearance could never be effective if I just went with her – if Dean and Jess, and maybe Fearless, knew where I was someone would inevitably dig, work it out, and word would spread. I would have to cut off all connections with my past to go with her. And her proposal didn’t leave any opening for that, in any case. She had been quite clear: she would vanish alone, this was a business proposition. She was hiring me to fake her death. That’s all this was, all it could be. A bit of hot sex and easy company before we both moved on. And so I took her back to my room at the New Duchess and I wrapped her in my arms and I held her. All fucking night. § Dean stared me out, his jaw set. “You can’t do it,”
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