Marion did not know whether she could trust a man who belonged to the mafia, and the more Binge spoke, the more that question pressed itself into her mind with a frightening persistence.
It was not only Binge standing before her with that composed face, speaking as though he understood her marriage better than she did.
It was Zoyar also who was appearing at the cafe with too much willingness to help or keeping an eye on Lily in the name of love.
Binge was somehow keeping an eye on her family from another side, and it was the unsettling way her ordinary circle of friends had begun to brush up against people who should never have belonged anywhere near them.
When had her life become tangled with men like this?
The club had been a mistake. Marion understood that now, with the heaviness of someone who had arrived at a conclusion too late.
