Christelle Dabos

She had just one desire: to get Thorn out of her head. He had had the poor taste to turn a conventional marriage arrangement into a soppy little story, and she hadn’t forgiven him for that. In her eyes, he’d just broken a tacit agreement. Cordial and dispassionate relations, that’s all she aspired to. Because of him, an unease hovered between them that hadn’t been there before.

Ophelia felt so alone with her uncertainty that she surprised herself by wishing that Thorn was there to help them out.

Ophelia was scared, viscerally scared, that he might have grown fond of her.