a raw whisper. She dropped the petition on
e that had always lived behind his eyes when he looked at he
Daphne, don't be upset," she said, her voice dripping with fal
out like a peace off
"I don't want your pity," she hiss
sharp, but she ba
ng forward. The heavy moonstone pendant dropped with a precision that felt almo
g liquid, slow and deliberate, like a dancer completing a rehea
di
tely plunged her hand into the bro
bloomed across her pale skin like a terrible flower. She looked at Damian,
her injured hand in both of his with a gentleness that looked almost reverent. He didn't shou
od, D
look at her w
, her voice trembling exquisitely. "It w
The more she defended Daphne,
in, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made it hard for Daphne to br
nt Sinai," he said, already moving towa
ve Daphne a
he floor, where the moonstone necklace lay abandoned on the marble. The stones caught the chandelier'
d at the
stepped
doors slid sh
dn't picked it up. The gift he had given Isabelle just hours ago, t
k. The world tilted. Her body went
nstone necklace, its soft glow ref
Mrs. Haskin's voice, callin
is wasn't Mount Sinai. The fluorescent lights and the distant wail of a siren told her
tting by her bed,
" Daphne's voic
Sterling took Miss Reed to Mount Sin
landed l
"Ma'am," she began, her voice low. "Do
shook h
other. Mrs. Eleano
stared
Mr. Sterling had to marry you, and remain married for five years
, of rejection, of wondering what she had done w
ut Mr. Sterling... he has always believed that you knew about the codicil
ing resentment. He saw her as a blackmailer. A
Her love, her efforts, her pain-th
he five ye
ssive word, every cruel act sudd
ed and traced a cold path down her temple,
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