Her Violin, His Vengeance

e basement. It was a damp, dark wine cellar, the air thick with the sme

" he had said, his voice devoid of any emotion

nes. Her body ached, and a dull cramp started in her lower belly. It was fear, she told

there, her face impassive. "Mr. Hyde said you can le

argue. She pulled on the simple clothes the maid had brought a

This baby... she couldn't bring a child into this nightmare. It w

gs shaking. The nurse at the

need the signature of a spouse or a direct

é. Adan was hours away. She had no choice. He

d ring. "What do you wan

oft voice. "Jack, who is it? Is it her? Tell

ce was honey-sweet for Everly, then turned t

n, her voice cracking. "I need you to come.

me trouble? Are you trying to get plastic surgery to fix that

what kind of proced

, ple

Everly is not

hun

her. She remembered a time when she had a small fever, and he had flown a specialist in from another state. He ha

was this cold, cruel str

ering devotion, finally curdled into something

ruins. She would have to find another way. A

the passenger door for Everly. Everly looked pale and delicate, leaning o

ips. "Well, look who it is. Following us,

tried to walk past th

ly. Everly had another one of her episodes. The doct

cal and cold. "You're both the same blood

nd instinctively going to her stom

to cut her wrists again this morning because o

red, the words a desperate, last

arsh, ugly sound. "Pregnant? Don't be ridiculous. You're ju

dn't make a sound. She just stood there,

his grip bruising.

protests. He pushed her into a small room, forci

ged, looking at Jack. "

tared out the window, his jaw tigh

er blood, the very life force she needed for her baby, was drawn

d and walked out of the room. She watched him walk down the hall, his arm