The Angel's Game (The Cemetery of Forgotten 2)

“Don’t get things out of proportion. Let’s say that I have some reservations concerning my publisher that, given my experience, are understandable. As far as I know, Corelli is a perfect gentleman and our professional relationship will be fruitful and positive for both parties.”

“That’s why your stomach rumbles every time his name crops up.”

I sighed. I had no arguments left.

“What can I say, Isabella?”

“That you’re not going to work for him anymore.”

“I can’t do that.”

“And why not? Can’t you just give him back his money and send him packing?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Why not? Have you got yourself into trouble?”

“I think so.”

“What sort of trouble?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out. In any case, I’m the only one to blame, so I must be the one to solve it. It’s nothing that should worry you.”

Isabella looked at me, resigned for the time being but not convinced.

“You really are a hopeless person. Did you know that?”

“I’m getting used to the idea.”

“If you want me to stay, the rules here must change.”

“I’m all ears.”

r /> “No more enlightened despotism. From now on, this house is a democracy.”

“Liberty, equality, and fraternity.”

“Watch it where fraternity is concerned. But no more ordering around, and no more little Mr. Rochester numbers.”

“Whatever you say, Miss Eyre.”

“And don’t get your hopes up, because I’m not going to marry you even if you go blind.”

I put out my hand to seal our pact. She shook it with some hesitation and then gave me a hug. I let myself be wrapped in her arms and leaned my face on her hair. Her touch was full of peace and welcome, the life light of a seventeen-year-old girl, and I wanted to believe that it resembled the embrace my mother had never had time to give me.

“Friends?” I whispered.

“Till death do us part.”

22

The new regulations of the Isabellian reign came into effect at nine o’clock the following morning, when my assistant turned up in the kitchen and informed me how things were going to be from then on.

“I’ve been thinking that you need a routine in your life. Otherwise you get sidetracked and act in a dissolute manner.”

“Where did you get that expression from?”

“From one of your books. Dis-so-lute. It sounds good.”