How she loathed what she was doing. How she wished there was another way of doing things. The man she was really attracted to was Darius, and he had given no signs of returning her attraction. Besides, he might get angry when he learned his brother had married her behind the backs of the whole clan. She hadn't wanted to marry Magnus, not ever, but he'd threatened to do to her what he had done to other women, and she couldn't run because his thugs were everywhere.

Disgust roiled in her gut when Zecheriah Meijer tried to pawn her off to his brother. She knew of Uriel and knew that he was not the one for her; he would become either overly attached to someone like her and then that would be messy. It was best for her not to be loved by anyone, as she never knew when she would regain some memory of the distant past. The amnesiac looked down at her hands and gave a shaky sigh.

"No, it must be you..." she whispered. "I don't want love and affection from you, I just want the protection of your name, not a school teacher or a thug," she had done her research. She had to. "I would appear to be your loving wife, I would do anything if you would just listen and understand why I am asking you and not someone else. No, asking is the wrong word, I know... But... Please?"