The man's handsome face carried a hint of cold sternness as he looked at the decidedly unlovable woman in front of him. Narrowing his eyes, he said indifferently, "Do you really know Cassius Turner? You've only known him for two months, yet you're acting like you're giving him your whole heart."
"I've known Mr. Leclair for nearly twelve years, and I still don't know what kind of person he is." Delphine said coolly, the smile at the corner of her lips polite but distant. Twelve years of acquaintance, eight years apart, and in the remaining four, their actual time together was scarce. What's more, part of it involved dealing with his two personalities. Thinking back on it all, it seemed utterly absurd.
