“I’m going to let them believe the wedding is happening exactly as planned.

And you are going to help me get the records out of Dunstan’s study.

And when this is finished, I am going to move your father somewhere they can never touch him again.”

For the first time since I’d met her, something new came into Yvaine’s face — under the fear, behind the exhaustion, a small hard flame.

It was rage, and it was the most alive thing I had seen in her.

She had spent years being the helpless victim they needed her to be.