Kitty Fogg was absolutely pathetic, Francesca determined. Practically sobbing as she spoke, clutching a wand but not using it, scrambling for ways to defend herself when she was the adulterer between the two of them. What had Finlay ever seen in her?
"I don't care what someone like you thinks of me," she spat. "I care about getting back what's mine."
"I don't care what someone like you thinks of me," she spat. "I care about getting back what's mine."