You and Amadeus must be so proud.” That voice. I’d know that voice anywhere. How in the hell did he get into my house? “Johnny Roberts!” I hissed as he walked slowly, cocky as ever from the shadows out of the corner of the room. “How the hell did you get in here?” “It wasn’t as hard as you might think, Zara. That security Amadeus hired? Pretty damn pitiful excuse for a security detail.” He held on to a screaming Elizabeth, her little body dangling in the one arm he used to hold her. I had to get her away from him. Johnny was the one person from his band, Tudor Rose, Amadeus did not invite back to rejoin the group for this tour. This was the exact reason why, his snarky attitude. Obviously he wasn’t happy about being left out. Lurching forward, catching Johnny off guard, I snatched Elizabeth out of his arm. Not expecting my sudden move, he let go of her quickly. I had no idea what he meant to do, but I wasn’t going to let him do it without a fight. I could scream, but I didn’t think anyone would hear me.
