faith gaped at him"how the hell did you do this?" He looked at her as if she'd asked the dumbest question in history. "I'm brilliant.
She was famous, and she was insane. Her voice soared out over the audience, holding them spellbound and enraptured, delivering their hopes and fears tangled in chords and rhythm. They called her an angel, her voice a gift. She was famous, and she was...
Gossip was usually a mindless distraction from a far too serious world.
I will protect you," she promised the Bosendorfer inside. "I won't let you down." Sophie gave her a quizzical look. "Bastards better not hurt my piano," Miranda replied. "That's what you're worried about right now? What about your boyfriend?
What about you? If I asked you . . . would you turn me?" Faith's eyes went wide. "Turn you into a vampire?" "No, turn me into a frog. Could you do it?" Faith finished her beer in one long swallow. "I might be able to, physically. But I wouldn't." Mir...
He wondered if perhaps, subconsciously, he was trying to sabotage her efforts by setting the bar too high, trying to keep her with him longer; but surely his subconscious wasn't that stupid?
