Iâm the son of your motherâs first cousin. Aunt Margaret is my fatherâs aunt, so youâre not related to her at all. Itâs all terribly complicated. Letâs just say Iâm your legal guardian and forget all about the tenuous blood lines. Shall we? Are you ready to leave? The porters will come for your trunks later on.â
I turned to Millie. She was finding it hard to control herself. Both of us were silent for a moment, and then she gave a cry and threw herself into my arms. We rocked together, both caught up in the emotional tide. My new guardian thrust his hands in the pockets of his trousers and waited for the moment to pass.
âSuzy!â Millie cried. âThis is terrible ââ
âIâve got to leaveââ
âI donât want you to go!â
âWeâll see each other almost every day. Buckâs Row is only a few streets away.â
âIt wonât be the same! You know it wonât.â
âCome, come,â Nicholas Craig said. âThereâs no need for this display. I have no intentions of locking her away in a dungeon.â
Millie shot him a look of pure venom and dried her tears. She followed us downstairs to the waiting cab, and we kissed each other on the cheek before I climbed in. Millie looked wretched, and I was finding it difficult to contain my own tears. Nicholas Craig watched with sardonic amusement. I realized I was acting exactly like a skittish schoolgirl, but I didnât care. Millie was right. It wouldnât be the same, no matter how often we might be able to see each other.
âYour little friend seems quite emotional,â Nicholas Craig said as the carriage started down the street.
âMillieâs like that. She flits from one mood to another at a momentâs notice.â
âIâm not sure that I approve of her,â he said.
âWhat do you mean by that?â
âIt should be obvious, Susannah. Your little Millie is hardly a suitable companion for a young lady of breeding.â
âWeâve been like sisters these past two yearsâand besides, you donât know anything about her!â His manner was infuriating.
âOn the contrary, I know everything I need to know about her. London is full of girls like her, bright, clever little things who glitter with vivacity. The glitter soon tarnishes, and they end upââ
âI wonât hear anything bad about Millie!â
âMy dear Susannah, youâll hear anything I chose to say. And youâll do anything I chose to tell you to do. Whether we like it or not, Iâm your legal guardian for the next two and a half years. During that time, youâll obey me to the letter.â
âYouâre quite sure of that?â
âI want to make that quite clear from the beginning. Iâll try to make this as painless as possible for both of us, but Iâll tolerate no disobedience, no back talk.â
We stared at each other in stony silence. I was livid, hating this man with every fiber of my being. He folded his arms across his chest and tilted his chin down, eyes raised to watch me. I had a sudden impulse to leap from the carriage and go rushing down the street, but I knew that would be needless melodrama. He would only come after me and bring me back in that lazy, arrogant manner of his.
âI assume the court is paying you for taking me,â I said hatefully.
âThereâs a nominal fee involved, naturally.â
âI think youâre perfectly vile, Mr. Craig.â
âAnd youâre rather charming when youâre angry, but donât go too far. I have a pretty fair temper of my own. You wouldnât want to see me lose it. I might justify your opinion of me.â
âPlease let me go,â I said quietly. âLet them send me to an orphanage. Please, IâI donât want to stay with you.â
âYouâre acting like a child,
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