"Don't kid yourself, Théo. We both know that there's nowhere truly safe for a Rutherford or a Chaussard." She sighed and took another drink. If she was anyone but herself, running away could be an option. There was someone in the world who would be content to hide out in small town USA and live a fucking boring, uneventful, All-American life. But there was too much Andrew Rutherford running through her veins for Yvonne to be content with that life. She'd choose soiled ground over mundanity any day of the week.
"I chose who my loyalty lies with. That's what happened."
"I would have fought that war with you for her." The words were out of his mouth before he had a chance to pull them back. Theo swallowed hard, a rough calloused hand running over his face. "I'm sorry -- I shouldn't have said that. It wasn't fair to you."













