Chapter 33: A Secret We Can't Speak of, Not Even in Death!

Dahlia Lyson clutched her clothes tighter. When she forced herself to stand, she swayed and nearly went down. Uriah Greaves moved to steady her, but she slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me!" Her face twisted with hatred. Uriah's voice turned cold in response. "Get one thing straight. What happened earlier was your idea. If you'd listened when I told you to stop, it wouldn't have come to this." "Oh, so you're blaming me?" Dahlia exploded. She snatched up the throw pillows and hurled them at...