The ChildFortunately, I made it to the trash bin beside my bed and didn’t cause too much of a mess. But as I knelt there, I couldn’t stop crying.
Tony dragged Etienne Hart off and slammed his back into the wall. “How dare you come in here and show her this? Haven’t you tortured her enough?” Tony pushed Etienne Hart away. “You’ve caused enough trouble for tonight.” Then he said to Pearson, “Confine him to a guest room, and put his men under guard. Send a man to his father, and one to mine.”
At that last, Etienne Hart paled.
Shanna knelt beside me, wrapping a towel around the trash bin. “I’ll take that, mum.”
Tony said, “Where’s Amelia?”
Another maid said, “I’ll fetch her, sir.”
I rested my arms upon the edge of the bed, my forehead upon them. That couldn’t be Josie’s finger. It couldn
