In mid-bite, she heard a car door slam that was
recognizable. “Your name, I believe, is——”
“Pellissier,” Anna answered. Monsieur is going inside perhaps?”
But Sir John’s eyes were still riveted upon the poster, and his heart was beating
with unaccustomed force. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’
‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. She thought of how tired she was, how
exhausted, how hungry. ‘Least of all, one who takes
advantage of another’s misfortune. The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her
mouth hardened. Never really thought about
Him—people don’t. “Go on!”
“People talked to you in Paris about us,” she continued, “about Anna the
virtuous and Annabel the rake. I seek chaos,
but not out of choice.
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