for a moment julia could not anything wxcept his own heartbeat

her tools, the tea she offered him when they talked on her terrace. Those hands had trembled earlier that day when he put a ring on her finger in front of a crowd that called him a fool.

Now those same hands wanted to tear the room apart.

“Who stole me?” he whispered.

Amalia looked toward the door.

Three knocks sounded again.continue reading …