Divorced With His Heir In My Belly
"Miss Hale?
"Leave us, Elijah," I whispered. "I’ll talk to you later."
The door clicked shut. Silence reclaimed the room, but it wasn't the silence of peace. It was the silence of a wreckage.
"I told you," Norman said. He didn't sound triumphant; he sounded disgusted. He walked over to the window, looking out at the vines. "I told you a Rider is always a Rider. But you didn't listen, did you? You opened the doors, and gave him a bed. You let him play the grieving brother while he was scouting for something to take from you."