gaze flickered between the two sisters, a part of him de

ow where it came from. I can't just...

It doesn't matter. I didn't come here today to convin

box on Jessi's bedside table

Heaven sa

ar' jewels inside, her pupils dilated. Her fingers grabbed the box, pulled it to her

she asked, her voice

already taken my fiancé, you might as well have the jewelry.

but her hands clutched

chimed in. "This is a gift from Hartwell to

a folder tucked beneath the bedside table. On its cover was t

. Proof. In her handwri

bride's name was now Jessi Merrill, but everything else-the design, the font

o ice as she confronted Hartwell. "The ven

couldn't meet her eyes. His silence was a confession. He'd approved ever

ling her fiancé; they were stealing the very fabric of the life she had p

room, the flowers from Lafayette that I hand-picked, the guest f

k at her. "Jessi... she r

" Heaven corrected him shar

erself, her face settling back into

, allow me to give

in the ro

ven said conversationally. "I've thought of the

vicious monster! You

age, pointing a shaking fi

he dress-I'll gift you one from my new Requiem collection, free of charge." She paused, letting the silence

ally snapped. She grabbed a water glass f

d grace. The glass shattered

oice, roaring with fury. "He

she had driven to madness, and a gri

t of her dress and tu

pulled open the door. "I hope your we