Chapter Fifty-Two - Diane

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

DIANE

I stand in the kitchen. Keira is by the stove, her arms wrapped around her body. The tea kettle whistles in a thin shriek.

"He's killing David," I say, my voice cracking, "isn't he?"

She nods, her eyes big. "That doesn't mean he's bad. I killed your husband, but he deserved it."

I swallow. "He did deserve it."

The kettle gets louder until Keira reaches over and turns it off. She pours two cups, and I sink down opposite her at the table. The scent of chamomile and lemon wafts up in curls of steam. My throat is lumpy, and a heavy weight crushes my chest.

"I want them to come home safe," I whisper.

"They will," Keira says. "Sovereign promised."

We're both quiet, staring down at the table. She reaches out and takes my hand. Outside, the wind picks up, wailing like a banshee swooping over the ranch.

This isn't how I dreamed my wedding night would be.