her head down in th

olished silver trays that reflected a girl she barely recognized. Gone was the small-town daughter

worked, she couldn't shake

hing, even the world around him. And the way his eyes had found her

Week

y, the head of the family. He had been away in Italy on business. Melody was assigned t

. And don't touch anything pe

and, and began dusting a series of antiq

e heard it aga

of the corridor. It was the same haunting melody she'd heard th

her cloth down and quiet

-

Drawi

rom behind t

ket was off, sleeves rolled up, dark hair falling slightly into his fa

silent. Even the air s

n't se

riosity. But before she could leave, the las

eyes

breath caught

with that same unreadable expression. The

angry. Just...

r head quickly

lly in her chest as she

That

taring at the ceili

hy hadn't he told he

t want to solve... but co

sary and held it against her chest. "Mama," she whispered. "I do

d through the tall oaks

uarters, Adrian Calloway sat at the piano

omeone had

dn't feel