but his ghost ha

. Isobel posted everything, chronic

unrise. Dante was holding her strappy sandals. He w

omplain if we even drove past a s

ing as a wave chased them up the bank. He didn't look like

wn on the table. I was fin

o my parents' esta

in the Don's ear. He was sitting in his study, entrenched in a fort

nging white roses

y," I stated,

the rim of his reading gl

fellowship.

soft thud. "Lalan? That's halfway across the world

ing is of

ld hear the grandfather cloc

glasses, folding them s

e just... want d

dropping to that stern, advisor tone. "You don

I said hollowly

d kill my mother. And my father... my father would be forced to choose between his

ays," I said. "I just

saw something in my eyes. Maybe he saw the bone-deep e

d softly, breaking character. "

ned on my heel

ight to Lind

as much as I did. Her husband was a soldier, a low-level enf

and gasped the mom

The dossier. The preg

le, her mouth slightly op

e saved him?"

es

s at her sides. "You saved him! I was there, Nina! I drove

" I said

t Isobel de Luca was probably getting a manicure whil

't matter

he was pacing now, frantic. "He's ruin

r. Even if he knew... he still slept wi

going to kill him. I'm going to march into h

rp as a scalpel. "You swor

. My father will know I was practicing field medici

, tears welling in her eyes, de

ng to let him belie

slung my purse

. "I don't want a man who needs

oor, my hand hove

Linda. Then

man in Chicago who doesn't realize h