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leaving my face.
    Blake weaves his fingers through mine. I turn my head towards him.
    ‘Victoria is Marcus’s second daughter.’
    I turn to face Marcus. He is looking at me innocently, but suddenly I know. He knew I would think he was referring to Blake’s ex. He wanted to rattle me. But his revealing action has the opposite effect on me. I feel a little stronger. It was not knowing what I was dealing with that made me so weak. Now I know, it is better.
    ‘When is it?’
    Blake’s voice is very dry. ‘More than three months away.’
    So he knows too.
    The main course arrives. I thank the waiter and gaze at the Challandais duck, poached quince and chestnut polenta with dismay. There appears to be too much on my plate. How on earth am I going to eat all this when I feel sick to my stomach?
    ‘Bon appétit,’ Marcus says and tucks into his escalopes de foie gras.
    ‘Bon appétit,’ Blake calls out to me.
    ‘Bon appétit,’ I mumble, duck, spice and honey on its way to my mouth.
    When the table has been cleared Blake excuses himself, and rises from the table.
    ‘Where are you going?’ I ask in a panic.
    He winks. ‘I’ll be back for you, babe.’
    I watch him disappear out of sight before bringing my gaze back to Marcus. He is watching me. I smile weakly.
    ‘So,’ he says, leaning back in his chair. ‘You caught a very big fish in your net. What will you do with it now?’
     

Eleven
    ‘I don’t know what you mean, and I resent both your tone and the implication that I have somehow trapped your brother.’
    ‘What would you call it?’
    ‘I love your brother.’
    ‘You don’t have to pretend with me. I don’t care who my brother fucks. It’s totally his business if he wants to take every little whore he comes across into his bed.’
    ‘If you are that unconcerned, why do you ask?’
    ‘Just curious,’ he says and smiles pompously. At that moment he reminds me of his father, but less dangerous, by far less dangerous. I was afraid of his father, but I am not of him.
    My mother’s voice is quoting Rumi in my head. You are searching in the branches for what is only in the roots . Thank you, Mum. At that moment, I stop feeling inferior. Why should I? He is not more than me. I have done nothing wrong. He is the despicable one. By a quirk of fate he is thousands of times more privileged than 99.99 percent of the population, but that doesn’t make him special or give him the right to treat everybody else as if they were beneath him.
    ‘Please forgive me if I refuse to indulge your curiosity.’ My voice is deadly calm.
    He laughs. His eyes glitter. Malice shines in his face. ‘Here’s some free advice, sweetheart—Blake will tire of you. Start your going away fund right now.’
    A waiter comes, removes Blake’s used napkin and replaces it with a brand new napkin by carefully sliding it off the plate he had brought it in. He smiles and goes on his way unconcerned with the battle Marcus and I are engaged in.
    ‘Why do you care if I am with Blake or not?’
    ‘I told you I don’t.’
    He is lying. Of that I am sure. Will I unmask him? ‘Ah, but you do.’
    He raises his eyebrows, summons an expression of incredulity, but I am not fooled. I have love on my side.
    ‘You’re jealous,’ I say. ‘You’re jealous of Blake and you are eaten up with envy because he has found something you don’t have. You don’t love anyone you’d give everything up for, do you?’
    I see a flash of real anger in his eyes. Where is the studied carelessness now? He pretends to laugh, the sound unnatural, ugly. The façade is scratched, the mask slipping. Underneath the water the effortlessly gliding swan is kicking like crazy. He is nothing but a courtier. Trained by his father to put on a performance. Now he is lost to the façade he has put up. He is not to be reviled but pitied.
    ‘Jealous?’ he sneers.
    I say nothing.
    His voice becomes venomous. ‘Of Blake?’
    I maintain my silence. Keep eye