Her whole body was numb, yet it tingled all the same, and every time she recollected the ring her stomach protested. But seeing as how she’d already emptied it, there was nothing left for her to toss up. So she sat, huddled in a ball on the corner of the bed, against the wall, totally in limbo. How could she bring Wraith to her family now? Knowing that her own father had been the one to murder his family… She hoped and prayed they never set foot in France after tonight’s discovery. Her father would try to kill Wraith. And once Wraith found out who the ring belonged to, he would never look at her the same again. Her father was a cold-blooded murderer. Wraith would unknowingly resent her, put the blame for his family’s death on her. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and took a few long slow breaths. What was she to do? She didn’t want to leave Wraith. She didn’t want him to get hurt or worse. She didn’t want him to hate her… With that she came to a startling realization, a strong tug in her chest and a lump in her throat.
