He said my name. His voice was still raw.
I dropped into a single-seat armchair and crossed my legs.
"What else could you possibly want, Mr. Farley? Yesterday's performance wasn't enough?"
He swallowed hard. "That's not why I'm here. I came because there are things I need to tell you."
I shot him an impatient glance.
Sylvester looked like a man steeling himself for something enormous.
"Rose, you... you're reborn too, aren't you?"
My hand froze mid-pour. I looked up at him.
It made sense, though. From the moment I'd bolted on our wedding night, my behavior had been nothing like my previous life. It wasn't surprising he'd figured it out.
"So what if I am?"
I set the glass on the table. It landed with a deliberate clink.
"What are you trying to say?"
Sylvester walked over and settled onto the sofa across from me. He continued without waiting for an invitation.
"Matriarch Farley never truly trusted the Henson family."
"You were too young and too capable. The resources and connections your family controlled made her uneasy. She was afraid that one day you'd slip beyond her control, maybe even turn around and threaten the Farleys. So from the very beginning, I was the bait she dangled."