"Fine." Verity again muttered. He thought he could stand behind thoughtless and heartless actions, he thought he could hang Miss Farley out to dry like she was nothing. And, somehow, she was supposed to be accepting of his behavior despite the very thought of it boiled her blood so violently. Perhaps Ford had chosen his venue for a conversation more carefully than she thought, for she certainly wished she could scream at him now.
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