"Don't worry. I won't tell Damian we met privately."
Seraphina's assurance gave Elodie little sense of safety.
Lowering her lashes, she spoke with faint sarcasm, as detached as though discussing someone else's affairs. "You can't divorce me on his behalf. He'll find out eventually. You're not me, Ms. Valez. He doesn't treat me as politely as he treats you."
Seraphina could see that his attitude toward Elodie involved a prejudice and anger most people couldn't understand.
The way Elodie so easily provoked him was something Seraphina never saw when they were alone.
That was exactly why it unsettled her.
She couldn't control whether he would trouble Elodie afterward. It hadn't happened yet.
All she could say was, "I can promise to do my best to persuade him to leave you alone once he k
