One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
“I stood by you when you were questioned about Lord Felix’s murder. I’ve done everything I can to help you, and in return you—” He stopped and shook his head. “This isn’t about me. Either you want to be part of this team, or you don’t. That’s your decision.” Her eyes narrowed.
“You’ve given me a lot of ultimatums recently, Your Grace.”
God, IKR? What a fucking ballbag, wanting to know that his decisions, him risking his neck for you, him financing you, taking you in, giving you a home, wasn't going to waste on someone who was gonna continuously get into trouble. Fucking asshole, how dare he ask you to please let him in on your plans!
Another Title Mention point.