Notorious. Emma Darcy

a defiant look at Dante, not really caring about his reaction to her performance since Marco was satisfied with the end result. Besides, she was too drained of feeling by this traumatic meeting to worry about him at this point.

      ‘It will be all right, Isabella. I promise you,’ he said quickly, determined on soothing her fears.

      He’d stand between her and any trouble. Jenny had no doubt about that. But he couldn’t promise it would be all right for her. It never could be. The deception was tearing her apart. The bitter irony was she had thought surviving a term in a women’s prison would be harder.

      Bad choice.

      Bad, bad choice.

      Jenny Kent was more in danger of losing herself here than anywhere else.