"You don't want to?" he asked, his voice flat.

Releasing his hand, Melissa stepped back until she was against the French window. Behind her sprawled the vibrant city of Warsew, but her heart felt ice cold.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

She wasn't sure if her tears were for herself or out of pity for Marcus.

A man of Marcus' stature could have anything he desired; he didn't need her. Her background would only bring him shame and endless complications.