red. The orchestra began to play a waltz, a light, airy tune

was holding court. He was charming a group o

nal monologue

e. But he's fre

was walking beside him,

nd

hing back. Helena Griffith, the piano prodig

e love him? Is that why she settle

ite. It burrowed into h

nt?" he muttered, unaw

grip on her arm tighten to the poi

emor in her hands. "And food. With Penny..." She let the sen

the way he was looking at her-like he was waitin

said stiffly.

It reinforced every insecurity he had

ands were shaking. She picked up a canapé with her

idden from the main crowd. She closed

shb

at the foot of her bed, looking at her bandaged hand. "Wa

es. The pain in h

ter passed Kamden with a tray. Kamden

alcohol burned his throat, hittin

whispering. They were looking

ht. The paranoia set in

couldn't just stand here and