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“Good,” he says, “because I like you too. I didn’t care you were using me, because I like you—a lot. If that makes me some sort of loser, I don’t care either. I’ll be your loser any day of the week.”

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“Oh.” He hesitates, running a hand through his short, dark hair. He licks a small cut on his lip he got from training and then sighs. “I just didn’t want to embarrass you at your posh event. Since you’re always so well-dressed and everything…”


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“Seraphina,” he says.

My heartbeat stutters. “Nobody calls me that.”

“Why not?” he asks. “It’s a pretty name. Beautiful and posh, like you.”

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“This boy, though, doesn’t seem to care. He holds me, one hand rubbing up and down my back, tracing the curve of my spine. When my sobs finally calm, he gently peels my face away from his shoulder. Then he swipes my cheeks with his thumbs, drying them. I can’t remember the last time I cried in front of someone—I can’t remember ever being comforted like this. Nobody’s ever wiped my tears away for me.”

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“As I do, the lapels of my coat part and fall aside, revealing my thighs. I bite my lip, wondering if Mystery Manual Labourer will sneak a forbidden look. He doesn’t—he’s too busy concentrating on the roses.”


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“I have a million questions I want to ask, yet he seems to have none to ask me. Which is frankly a little irritating, given I’ve just turned up in the greenhouse in tiny pink pyjamas, a massive trench coat and a vintage Dior silk scarf.This is the kind of scenario scandals are made of. Gorgeous young heiress semi-naked under her coat, dimly lit greenhouse in the dead of night, burly mud-streaked labourer.”

“Does anybody else at Spearcrest know about him? I hope not. I feel a bit like a girl in a kid’s book who’s just discovered a magical creature in the cupboard and doesn’t want anybody else to know about it.”