Her Violin, His Vengeance

s leaving. She couldn't stay in that house another min

are you

y dressed in a sharp suit. Beside him, Ev

eaving

airs. "You're just emotional." He stopped in fron

stared at

ragile whisper. "The one Jack gave you. I

zed possession. The symbol

lle said, he

eks. "I'm sorry," she cried, hiding her face in Jac

r. He glared at Annabelle over Everly'

id," he hissed.

ere." The tenderness in his voice was a physical blow to Annabell

ack commanded, his ey

at is mine?" She remembered just last week, she had found Everly in her music room, her hands all

ing she just wanted to feel closer to the music. Jack had brushed it

belle repeated, tur

door, the wedding is

u're the one who kept refusing to marr

gers digging into her skin.

thing. No love, no fear, just a vast, cold emptiness.

ssion, and his grip tightened. Rag

he dress,"

ha

you have, I bought for you. Take it off. Y

e gestured to the two maids who had been watchi

stood still as they peeled the designer dress from her body, leaving

hand flying to her mouth.

her shoulder. An old injury from a car accident years ago. It had nearly ended her career. The permanent nerve damage meant sh

aced with disgust. He didn't look at he

onths of physical therapy, the fear that she would never play again. He ha

at her-as if she were

It's a part of my story. Unlike some people's scars, which are self-inflicted for attention." Sh

l cry and her eyes rolled back in her hea

gathering her into his arms. He looked at Annabelle,

he spat. "You wi

e, leaving Annabelle standing alone and