Cade went mad. He thought I was powerless here, nothing more than a lamb bound for slaughter.
“Phoebe, why are they listening to you? What are you, really?” he demanded, eyes hard on me.
I turned my ring on my finger and said, “You’ll know in time.”
He stared at the ring, his face turning grim. “Is that the ring Renzo was going to propose with?”
“Not exactly, yet yes.”
Renzo had prepared a proposal ring for me, but he died before I could wear it. So, I’d had an identical one made so it looked like I’d accepted his proposal.
“You actually have a grudge against Margaret? If you hate me, take it out on me. She’s only my sister. She won’t stop me from marrying you.” He tried to reason, voice strained. “Besides, you said you were going to marry him, didn’t you? Renzo and I look exactly the same. Marrying me is like marrying my brother.”
I stroked his face with a near-greedy touch. “Yes, exactly the same. If it weren’t for your hoarse voice, I might almost mistake you for him.”