dark. She reached a trembling hand for the stac
uch cool against the feverish heat of her skin. Hi
p silver ring. It was tarnished and wo
cogni
real paycheck from a summer construction job. He'd hidden it
lack, irrational rage through him. A woman who sold her soul, who sent him to hell f
e enough," Corbin said, his voice d
d as if he'd
ropping lower, colder. "And throw it in
That ring was the last tangible piece of the boy she had loved, the only thing that
. Her hand instinctively curl
iece of junk. Vance here could buy you a diamo
oice. "Corbin, that's enou
n," Corbin snapped, his
unyielding set of his jaw. There was n
lowly, painfully, she worked the ring over her knuckle. It had b
a profound sense of loss, as if
rner of the room. She opened her palm and lo
e let i
ttom, lost amongst discarded napkins and cig
than ever. There was no victory on his face, onl
is hand fro
tight grip. She didn't say a word. She just turned
on the doorknob, hi
or
ut didn't t
aid, his voice a low threat.
out into the hallway, leaving the suff
ion. Kade opened his mouth to say something, to break the spe
e he gripped the arm of the sofa. Abrupt
ithout hesitation, his hand brushing against refuse unti
, wiping it clea
the ring lying in the center of his palm. Then, his other h
't pour
e ring and the glass enclosed
s hand. Shards of glass bit deep into his flesh. Blood, dark and thick, beg
he small silver ring now nestled in a pool of his own blood in his palm. His eyes were w
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