Kimberly

“Philip stood with the tip of a sword pressed into Mr. Beaufort’s throat. I saw another sword on the floor. Neither gentleman looked toward the door. Philip looked perfectly in control, his sword bending the skin of Mr. Beaufort’s neck without piercing it. When he spoke, though, his voice sounded so fierce I hardly recognized it. “Tell me what you did to her.”
“I made sure you wouldn’t want her anymore.”
“I will always want her,” Philip said in a quiet, furious voice. “Always! There is nothing you could do to change that.”
Mr. Beaufort sneered. “Then why do you want to know?”
“Because I would never make her say the words. And because I want to know how much I should enjoy running you through.”
― Julianne Donaldson, Edenbrooke