He laughed at that – loud and impulsive, a deep, full-throated laugh that Philip was sure the man sitting here a week ago wouldn’t have dared to make. Not at that sardonic kind of wit, certainly – his father would not have let him be quite so free, or so cruel.
“Oh, I must have been quite seduced by your vanity,” he answered, in the same mocking tone. “Your tongue’s sharpened over the years, I see.” (This was a guess, but he could not imagine she had spoken to him this way before they were married – this was dagger-throwing, not courtship coquetry.)
Her constant wine-sipping was still aggravating him. He was itching to reach across and snatch the glass out of her reach.
“Fine,” Philip continued, tilting his head at her, narrow-eyed. “Why don’t you tell me why you married me?”
“Oh, I must have been quite seduced by your vanity,” he answered, in the same mocking tone. “Your tongue’s sharpened over the years, I see.” (This was a guess, but he could not imagine she had spoken to him this way before they were married – this was dagger-throwing, not courtship coquetry.)
Her constant wine-sipping was still aggravating him. He was itching to reach across and snatch the glass out of her reach.
“Fine,” Philip continued, tilting his head at her, narrow-eyed. “Why don’t you tell me why you married me?”
