She had always maintained a cynical facade, using it as a defence against embarrassment, fear, loneliness… but at the moment she felt unusually vulnerable.

“Hang it all, Haven, talk to a girlfriend if all you want is a pair of ears. Guy…”

“I didn't mean to send love letters, but that is what they became. On their way …”

“It wasn't a meaningless act for me either," Marcus said, his raspy whisper tick…”

“It’s impossible,” he snapped. “Why?” “Because I’m Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent. …”