She Took Her Own Life

A teasing, arrogant glint replaced the nostalgia in Desmond's dark eyes. A corner of his mouth curved up, highlighting the sharp, aristocratic lines of his face. "So, are you more upset about the idea of a fiancée, or... is that jealousy I see?"

Valerie kept her expression flat, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. The ambient glow from the dashboard illuminated the strained lines