ffed out his chest. He turned his attention to the man in the

or everyone in the front pews to hear. "How are you supposed t

onnie's father started forward, his face red with

ement. It was a sound of

air out of the room. "A pathetic little man," he said, his voice calm and lethal. "Th

a snarl. His pride shattered, he lunged, rea

d never

body coiled and struck. His left hand shot out, a viper of f

ilence of the altar, sharp and brutal en

es buckled. He crashed to the marble floor of the altar, fo

ed this. No one could have imagined the raw, brutal strength

angled gasp escaping her lips. Her ey

, a blinding strobe effect capturi

sobbed, tears of pain and humiliation streaming

his voice a low, deadly whisper, "and

wheelchair and placing her hands firmly on his shoulde

could hear, she bre

nto the floor like a puppet with its strings c

t and dragging him, kicking and screaming, out of the churc

ed a fly. He turned his head slightly to look up at Bonnie, and for the f

ammering, asked, "Shall

ommanded, his tone leavi

y steady as she slid the heavy platinum band onto Ar

to stand. He simply took her hand, turned it over, and pressed his lips to the ba