That was why her face went purple — not because the word was rude, but because it was accurate, and she understood in that instant that the daughter-in-law she had planned to rule had never actually agreed to be ruled, and was now, with terrible politeness, declining the entire arrangement.

Chapter 7 — Touch Me

Casper made a sudden move to grab my wrist.

I pivoted smoothly and slid the suitcase between us like a barrier.

“Touch me,” I said softly, “and the first call I make isn’t to my lawyer.

It’s to the police, for domestic assault.