Rett

The pressure I applied to my teeth endangered their survival, threatening to splinter each one as I watched Emma walk away. No one spoke as she led Ian through the outer office. If I pushed a few keys on the keyboard, I could watch longer, seeing the way Emma kept her head high, her voice measured. She was a fucking queen. It didn’t take marrying me to prove that. After all, she too had the ancestry to prove her regal heritage. ...