Gilded Cage

I take a sip of the drink. It goes down my throat smoothly and lights a fire in my body. Whatever it is, it’s a high-quality cognac. It gives me the courage I need. “It’s not what you think.”

“No? Are you going to say these are faked, too?”

“It is me, but I’m not working with Conti. The other guy, Dane, is my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend.” Our relationship ended the day I caught him with another woman