The Unseen Empress of Sound

ve white rug. The pain was constant now, a grinding, relentless agony. I was

my hands shaking as I tried

ep for "emergencies." I dialed 911. A busy signal. Again. And again. Th

d and shar

ed, my voice raw.

he red carpet by now, his arm possessively aroun

It went straight to voicemail. His voice, smooth and professional, filled the si

perate, sobbing plea. T

nt door

re relief washed over me.

er, Mrs. Scott, dressed in a silk pa

es scanning me on the floor with disgust. "You'll have t

coming. Something's wrong. You

stand it, can you? That Ethan is finally with someone of his own class. Someo

a fresh wave of pain makin

e blood stainin

ht I saw a flicker of something else. Fear? Concern? But i

er voice low and vicious. "Just like you

ling Ethan. He needs to know the l

eet. "Ethan, darling, don't worry. I'm here. Jocelyn is just having one of

ne. Just making a mess. You focus on Sab

down at me, a cruel smi

e sure you lear

my skin, and started dragging me toward the

sed, her face close to mine. "Let'

steep, concrete steps leading down into the darkness. The

reflect on your jealousy," she s

crete with a series of sickening thuds. I landed in a heap on the floor b

me, plunging me into absolute dark

rk, in the cold water,