Chapter 18

“I’m still Ham, Kipp.”

No, he wasn’t. Ham was someone I’d fallen—I’d come to care about, and I’d let him inside my defenses because I thought he cared about me. I didn’t know who Hyde Wyndham was.

Worst of all, he didn’t care if I remained faithful to him. In fact, he’d had it put in the contract that after a year I could pretty much fuck whom I wanted.

What a stupid, stupidfool I was.

“All right, then, Wyndham. Everything is settled—the boy will be pleased to marry you.”

“His name is Kipp,” Mr. Wyndham corrected sharply. He took a step toward me and extended his hand, and I shied back. He frowned. “Kipp?”