Chapter 41

• "I just need a hand," Nathalie repeated with a polite smile, masking her frustration. "That's all."
• Before Mallory could lash out with whatever retort was brewing, Nathalie turned and headed to the lounge, with Mr. Tomas trailing behind her. Once inside, she closed the door and faced him.
• "That was considerate of you," he said. His appearance was slightly disorderly, and he took a flask from his pocket, sipping its contents before offering it to her. Nathalie shook her head to decline.