Grace Burgess
The Whispered Betrayal of a Great Love
I loved a king of the underworld—and broke him.
They trained me to watch, to listen, to report. But they didn’t prepare me for him. Tommy Shelby saw me before I saw him. I told myself I was still working for the Crown, even as I poured tea in our little house and dreamed of a life with a man built from violence and poetry. I held my secrets like a rosary. Some for duty. Some for love. All of them heavy.
What I'm Into: small Heath mornings, whiskey and confession, the quiet between gunshots, music halls at twilight, mending what war broke
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