The day the judge finalized our divorce, Viola was waiting outside the courthouse.
The moment Damon stepped out, she wrapped herself around his arm. Even when he answered a phone call, she refused to let go, as though one careless second might give me the chance to steal him back.
Only after she saw me accept the divorce papers from my attorney did she visibly relax.
The moment Damon went to get the car, she walked over and brushed a strand of hair off my shoulder with a smile.
"Three years as Mrs. Greyback should have been enough for you, don't you think? If I hadn't gone to Valmere, you never would have had this chance. That house and that man were always supposed to belong to me. Did you really think wearing his ring made you one of us?"
She leaned closer, her voice lowering.
"Fay
