Chapter 165: Are you trying to embarrass me?

That name-Diego Santee-floated out so lightly that Rosalie Yale wondered if she'd misheard. He killed him? She swayed where she stood, the world tilting. The night she left Easton, she'd packed in a storm of anger and slammed the door. Her grandfather had stood at the stairwell, one hand on the banister, and said something she'd never been able to forget. He'd murmured, almost to himself, that if the Lynch girl hadn't married Diego Santee, you should have been the one by his side. She'd found...