Chapter 5
Elijah
If I were any other man, I’d at least feel some twinge of sympathy toward the girl currently crying on the other side of that door. But I was too busy calculating every possible outcome of the events that were about to follow, of all the f*****g things that could go wrong.
It had been hours since I brought her here, and while I waited for her to wake up, I had more than enough time to catapult myself into a frenzy of f*****g madness, which was why I needed her to play. After all these years, her music became my outlet, my meditation to find calm so I could think without having to fight the insanity that constantly raged through my thoughts.
But she had just proven to me that music could never be demanded—at least not the musical harmony that stemmed from the soul. That
