Tears welled in Harvey’s eyes as he bowed his head, and their lips met in a desperate, tangled kiss.
The dagger slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor.
For a moment, the air held only their intimate entanglement.
Once, Faye and I had embraced in blood. Now, she and Harvey kissed in blood.
Right then, the door opened.
Harvey saw me.
“Chester!” he shouted.
He snatched the dagger back up.
A metallic clink followed, but it slipped from his grasp and hit the ground again.
I grabbed him by the hair and forced him to his knees.
But Faye held onto my wrist.
“All right, stop! Don’t make a scene with him, Chester!” Faye warned.
"You’re the one who refused the divorce, Ms. Ellison," I said, my voice edged with irony.
I fixed my gaze on her, eyes gleaming with mockery.
"If you insist on calling me your husband, then I’ll live up to the name.
Do you think your husband is some weak creature you can push around?"
A punch crashed into Harvey’s face.
"Chester!" Faye shouted.
Bodyguards yanked me away from him. Harvey shouted curses at me while I fought to break free from Faye’s grip.
“I gave you a chance,” I told her. “Since you refuse to divorce, don’t be surprised if—”
Pain shot through my side.