"Are... are you telling the truth?" he asked, his gaze deep and filled with sorrow.
Nora Ainsworth avoided his gaze, her voice perfectly level. "Would I lie about something like this? Seeing you shamelessly begging to be with me, I had no choice but to tell you the truth. I hope you won't come looking for me again."
The spark of hope that had just kindled in Quentin Grant was instantly and utterly extinguished. He turned. "Nora Ainsworth, who do you think you are? Do you really think you can wrap me around your little finger? Just you watch. Even if you were to die right in front of me one day, I wouldn't spare you a single glance."
Her voice came from behind him. "That would be for the best."
He walked toward the door. It closed, and his footsteps faded into the distance, leaving her alone to stare at the door, tears streaming down her face.
