mildew. Amelie was tied to a wooden chair, her wet cloth

oom, silhouetting Jonas's tall frame. He had changed into casua

quickly checked the wound, which had st

nd. The door closed, plunging the room back into

his legs, his posture relaxed, as if he were in a business meet

you?" He was convinced she was a pawn in some

t she managed a weak, chilling smile. "Who sent me?

at her "dramatics." "It seems your

lashed with the sharpness of a blade. "Don't

nspiratorial whisper. "Not worthy? A greedy woman who tried to sel

ver deserved to be the matriarch of the Beaumont family." He twis

utting into her wrists. "You bastard! You killed my child, you d

ied it under more cruelty. "I drove her? She brought it on herself! If she hadn't been so g

ack. "Everything that has happened is your

every fiber of her being, now stood there, desecrat

ame perfectly still. A strange,

e said softly, her

off guard. He stopped pacin

. "My biggest mistake was falling in

ing strength into a sideways lunge. The ch

scrambled toward the medical t

pair of surg

unged the sharp point deep into her own abdomen-the pla

d from Jonas. He had never imagined

was too late. The steel wa

thin fabric of her gown, a

triumphant release. She looked at Jonas's horrif

Her warm blood soaked his hands, his clothes.

ing a loss of control, a sliver of... fear. He

t, cradling her in his arms

tor! Get the

h a panic he didn't eve