JENSYN
“Please, Derek, I don't have time for this nonsense.”
I moved past him, my shoe clicking sharply against the marble floor. But then he caught my arm tightly and slammed me hard into the wall so fast the air in my lungs stuttered.
His eyes came down on me. Hot breath laced with whiskey and whatever cologne he wore drowned me in. “I've had enough of your face around here, woman. I warned you but you didn't listen.”
My jaw clenched. What was he rambling about?
He leaned closer, hissing in my face. “I want you to do something and get the f**k out of my face. Just one favour, you thief. Tell them what you are, especially Arthur.”
I laughed in a sharp way. “You think they don’t know?”
He flinched.
“You think Arthur doesn’t already know what I am? I wear my shame like a coat, Dere
