Chapter 10 - Everett Sends a Silent Signal
The digital clock glowed a harsh 2:00 a.m. as Willa sat huddled in her armchair, keeping vigil over the sleeping mafia boss.
The mansion outside was dead silent, save for the howling winter wind crashing against the glass like angry waves on a rocky shore.
Suddenly, a sharp, metallic clatter broke the silence as Everett’s wedding ring slipped off his finger and hit the hardwood floor.
Willa dropped her pen, jumped up from her chair, and knelt beside the bed to retrieve the small gold band from beneath the frame.
As her fingers brushed against his large hand on the floorboards, Everett’s entire forearm locked into a sudden, rigid spasm of pure strength.
His fingers closed around her wrist with an iron grip that made her gasp aloud in pure, unadulterated shock and disbelief.
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“Everett?” she choked out, staring up at his face as his eyelids trembled violently against the harsh fluorescent light of the monitors.
A single tear slipped from the corner of his closed left eye, tracking slowly across the pale skin of his scarred cheekbone.
