“Um,” I say, sitting up straight, my hands darting anxiously to play with my hair as they rarely do anymore. “I don’t really remember, Jerome –“
“Yes, you do, Fay,” he says, frowning at me and pushing. “I know you do. Seriously, just tell me.”
I take a deep breath then, looking at him seriously now. “He said that I should watch out for you. That he had done his research on you, and that you were shady and…” I bite my lip now, not wanting to say more.
Jerome just narrows his eyes at me and raises his chin once, urging me forward.
I heave a sigh. “Jerome, he said you were grasping and that you always move towards the most powerful person you can. That you’d worked your way up from the streets and were now…conveniently shacked up with the heir to the Lippert fortune.”
Jerome leans toward
