Chapter 77 I Never Needed You

• Leonard's blood ran cold in an instant. The man with the fewest scruples and the least shame suddenly felt like crying. The connection he'd felt with her wasn't physical after all; something deep inside had drawn him to her, and he'd mistaken it for desire. Wanting to die didn't even come close to what he felt in that moment.
• Everything made sense now. He'd once told Marcus that Deanna sang like an old soul; she was like her mother. His cold and dismissive mother had also sung when his father met her, before forcing her to abandon her career and becoming a bitter woman.
• Deanna had inherited her grandmother's talent. But the hair and eyes were all Philippa's. He'd always had that nagging feeling of having seen her somewhere before. If he'd bothered to ask for her information from the professor who arranged her auditions, he would have discovered her last name. But none of that had mattered to him then; he hadn't even thought about it.