No.
The word was a chip of ice in my chest.
The driver’s hands tightened on the wheel—a minute twitch, but I felt it. The entire limousine seemed to hold its breath. People did not say no to me. Not in Stonehaven. Not in the dreary town of Brackenridge where I’d just collected my unwanted bride. Not anywhere that mattered.
The air inside the car soured, growing thick and heavy. The oxygen seemed to thin, replaced by a pressure that
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