“Trust you? Rue--trust you? You counterfeited your own death rather than wed me. You told me you'd rather die than stay in Darkfrith. I can't--I don't know how to fix that. I don't know how to mend it. Tell me." He took a step toward her. "Tell me, and I'll do it.” KnowsI CanDiesStepsKnow HowRue Author:Shana Abe
“My dowry is thirty-five. A year.” His brows climbed. “You’re joking.” “I would never joke about money with a notorious thief. Just imagine, in a mere two years you’re at a profit.” “How I adore a woman who does mathematics in her head.” “I can forge signatures as well.” “Splendid. Exactly the bride I’ve been hoping for.” YearsWellsDoeI CanTwoFiveImagineJokesMathematicsMereProfitThirtyTwo YearsThievesAdoreSplendidBridesBrowsSignaturesNotoriousDowry Author:Shana Abe
