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Him.

How had it taken her so long to connect the dots? Sure it was a year ago but she'd fumed over their encounter for days before the anger finally mellowed into something less urgent and fixating. In fairness it hadn't been him personally she'd been most worked up about but the vulnerable position the vow had put her in and how he had been a fraction of presumptuousness away from killing her. That didn't make his audacity any less revolting and she noted with renewed irritation that he didn't seem repentant in the slightest now that he knew who she was. That she was his cousin's wife should see him scrambling now for the respect she was due, but he was not.

Tiberius? She inclined her eyebrows in an expression that would've been incredulous if her eyes hadn't remained cool and unmoving. I should think not, he likes to keep me close. Of all the things he'd ever threatened her with she didn't think a lunatic asylum had ever been suggested nor crossed her mind. Why would he send her off to rot when killing her would be more beneficial all round? He'd sent her off to finishing school for a spell but that was different, people came back from finishing school. Have you found a backbone yet?

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