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
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