"Oh," she said quietly. His wasn't a warm and fuzzy story, or even a tragedy of circumstances, like hers. He was a terrible sociopathic human and he'd been sent away from his homeland so he could conquer territory and people.
It had been easy for her to forget what he was, with his gentlemanly manners and his quiet methodical approach to things. "And... and... how is it going? Your American business venture."
He seemed amused by her choice of words. "It has been lucrative, bellisima. You wish to see my bank records?"
She shook her head and took another gulp of water. She looked down when her plate was removed and replaced with a silver dish containing a single scoop of rich dark chocolate ice cream with a white chocolate ribbon on top. Rich people. She rolled her eyes. This tiny scoop w
