The world was full of people who wanted him dead, but those who actually had the nerve to try were few and far between.
“Just admit you’re protecting him. Don’t dress it up as concern for me,” he sneered. She loved Herbert so much she even protected his dogs.
Tired of arguing about Garret, Starla changed the subject. “Why did you bring me back here?”
“Why? Because our story isn’t over yet, is it?”
Fairfax pulled her into his arms again. She raised her hand to strike him once more, but this time he was ready. He caught her wrist in a crushing grip.
“Don’t you dare touch me again,” he warned, his voice low and menacing.
“And if I do? What will you do to me?” she challenged.
“Can’t we just live a peaceful life together?”
At that, Starla burst out laughing. “Are you joking? A peaceful life? With you? Who on earth could have a peaceful life with you? Anyone foolish enough to even dream of it is just asking for misery.”
Fairfax clenched his jaw. Had she come to see his world as so unbearable?

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