“Essence?”
“Monty.”
“Where are you? I went to your apartment, and it was empty. The landlord said your rent was paid to the end of your contract and he was told he could sublet it without penalty. I need to see you.”
“England.”
“What? Why? Why did you leave? Did it have anything to do with the rich creep from the other night? It is clear he’s powerful.”
“Vadim Tudor isn’t just powerful, Monty, he is the epitome of power.”
“He was really Vadim Tudor. Are you really married to him?”
“It seems so.”
“How would you not know you were married?”
“It was an arranged marriage through our families. I thought I was signing prenuptial agreements and they put in a marriage certificate and apparently one of the witnesses was actually a cleric. Legally married,” she sighed as she pinched the thro
