"He's in love with you."
Back at my townhouse, Marissa attempted to shed some light on the Count Graye situation.
"-or he's planning your demise. Either way, it might be best to change your name and move across the sea."
I stared at her in disbelief as she calmly placed a cup of tea down on my desk while saying such absurd-sounding things.
"Both sound wildly unbelievable, but the second option does seem more likely, doesn't it," I pouted. "But I don't want to move and start over in a new country trying to find new clients—I'd have to get acquainted with the social scene all over again and-"
"And you'd have to pay me quite a bit more for foreign work," my darling little maid finished for me.
"Right. And you already cost me a fortune," I mumbled. "But seeing your cute face every day is worth any price!" I added more loudly when Marissa's eyes sneaked in my direction.
"You wouldn't be able to see Marquess Wulfstan anymore, either," the maid added, ignoring my comment.
