“Welcome to Paris, Anna. I’m glad you’ve come.”

“If I weren’t standing next to your boyfriend, I’d be tempted to ask you out myself.”She blushes, and St. Clair bounds inside the box office and wrestles her into a hug. “Miiiiiiiiine!” he says.”Cut it out.” Anna pushes him off, laughing. “You’ll get fired. And then I’ll have to support your sorry arse for the rest of our lives.”

“St. Clair clears his throat. ‘My fiancée and I are headed out for a celebratory dessert. I’d ask you all to join us, but I don’t want you there.”

“I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.”