Chapter 64 Sixty Three
- Lena stood by the window, her hands caressing the pendant-not because she was happy, but because the back of her left hand had tiny plasters covering her self-inflicted injuries.
- It was dark outside, and the house was suddenly so eerily quiet-almost like the night Tessa had died.
- Her eyes twitched from side to side, monitoring the gate and waiting for it to open, and Thane would drive in.