CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Your Husband Needs You
Arthur Norbel released Lizzy from the dungeon the next morning after Jonathan refused to.
“I don’t want anything to do with the lying b***h,” he’d said in front of a roomful of gawking guests. He’d brought in his friends and his many whores to ease his pain, but even they were finding his company unsettling.
On returning upstairs, Lizzy found her husband alive and well—drunk, yes, but still very much alive. She sighed relieved that her psychic powers were not enough to cause his death.
For one brief moment, the two fired cold-hearted stares from across the length of the foyer, then Lizzy took the stairs as if her feet were on fire.
For the rest of the day, she steered clear of her husband and his ribald s*x party. Not that she didn’t hear th
