Before she could even make sense of what was happening, Quincy yanked open her door and dragged her out into the rain.
It wasn’t until she was pulled before her mother’s tombstone that Alannah realized what he intended to do.
Quincy’s eyes were cold, stripped of any trace of warmth. His voice was flat. “Alannah, you’re going to go live right now and confess what you’ve done.”
“What… What do you mean?” Her heart sank to the bottom. She didn’t know how to defend herself. “Quincy, I told you, Salem kidnapped me!”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he lifted a hand toward the bodyguards waiting nearby.
One of them stepped forward, digging into the grave until he unearthed the urn that held Alannah’s mother’s ashes. He held it up, waiting for Quincy’s signal.
A gust of wind blew through the cemetery, bringing with it the first drops of rain.
Quincy’s voice was like ice. “You really won’t cry until you see the coffin, will you?”
He nodded toward the urn. “Do you want your mother to lose peace even in death? Then go live—admit you seduced Salem!”
Rain streaked down Alannah’s face, mingling with her tears. She shut her eyes tightly, despair flooding every corner of her heart.