ght should be. Panic clawed at my throat. My hands flew to

I? What

osion at my old studio. I' d been careless, se

mall, controlled incident to explain some minor scarring, a way to alter my

ake Miller's voi

to ice. No. No

." Ethan. His voice was different. Not the feigned tendernes

ident. He' d tampered with them. He' d pla

oe was blinded by her ambition, according to you, right? Stealing th

death," Ethan mused, his voice dangerously soft. "First the fall in the Rockies,

incide with it. The cruelty was unimaginable. Each loss, each trauma, a

engagement gala is soon. A blind, scarred fiancée? Might d

er precious colors again. Perhaps that' s enough. For now. A public humiliation might be... redund

n everything. My children, my body, and

imp. The darkness behind the bandages seemed to press in, crushing me. I th

u hear me? You' re safe. It was an accident at your studio. A terr

truth I knew. But what was the point? He al

e raspy. "I can' t... I can' t se

ls. The doctors did everything they could. There' s... signif

be my tormentor, delighting in my every

he delivered the news with practiced sympathy. "Severe chemical burns to both cornea

ness. Lost my sight. Elara Vance, the glass artist, was now b