e, chaotic energy of an NYPD detective straight into the sacred spac

up his nose, his face a mask of cold fury. Their mother, Hel

rom Judge's lips vanished, replaced by a cold s

took a deliberate half-step in front of Blair, positioning

e pointed a thick finger right at Judge's

pped forward. The sound of leather holsters u

single hand. Th

pression completely bored. "As you

oice was clinical and sharp. "The Glove

nd Judge's back, her hands raised. "Mitch

e yanked her toward him. The sudden force jerked

d Blair's pale skin. The boredom vanished from his

s. His presence was massive, su

laughter. He didn't loosen his

n. The air in the cathedral grew

cane against the marble. "Enough! Control yo

her eyes. "Blair, please. Come home wit

ed. She needed him to say something. She

silver cufflink. The terrifying intensity in his eye

his voice flat. "H

He didn't care. He had the ring on her finger, the legal requi

bled down the last step, her ankl

on of a second. His eyebrow twitched, a microscopic storm gathering in hi

ht him. Her legs felt like lead. They pushed through

a black SUV parked at the curb. The hea

udge, who was now standing at the top of the

ainst the pavement as it tore away from the pla

ne steps. He watched the red taillight

igar from his pocket. He offered it to Judg

He didn't look at Fran

s curled inward, remembering the soft, tremb

d walked back into the hushed cathedra

into the receiver. "I need a