Her Violin, His Vengeance

was empty and silent. All she wanted was to crawl into be

of the stairs when Jack's v

en think

Everly clinging to his a

unced. "She wants your blac

remind her of her place. She was no longe

ded with a cruel twist of his lips, "I'll

steady as she cooked, but her heart was a block of ice. The rich aroma of the truffles fil

m. Everly picked at her food, th

unced, looking at Ann

stared at

nce. It would be

lost a lot of blood. Her body was screaming in pro

ion unyielding. "Do it, Anna

m, her body feeling disconnected, like a puppet whose strings were being pul

er abdomen. It was so intense it stole her

. She looked down. A dark red stain wa

"Ugh, how vile! Jack, look

"What is wrong with you?" he roared. "You're m

as okay. He didn't sho

nded, his voice drippin

te swoon, and carried her from the room as if Annabelle we

he pain in her heart was worse. She didn't cry. She had learned that tears were useless with

ll, constant ache. She was lying in her bed, st

d, she held a small, shar

ed, her voice a venomous hiss. "He's mi

bing Everly's wrist. The knife clattered to the floo

g to kill me

or, clutching her wrist, and Annabelle standing over her. He didn't ask what

d through the air before it connected with her back. T

ed, his voice raw with

r. Hard. In

inside her. It was a tearing, gut-wrenching agony

torrent of red that soaked through her

ba

by was

him, her vision tunneling. "The b