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as if he is speaking to me through his violin.”
Sir opened his eyes and gazed at her, finally nodding in response when tears welled up in his eyes.
Brie cuddled up next to him and they lay there, listening to his father speak through the song. The life and vitality Brie found in the touching piece belied that fact that his father was no longer living.
The ache in her heart grew when the song became lighthearted in nature. She could just imagine his father playing with Sir as a little boy. The love and passion in the music hinted at the beautiful relationship they must have had. Brie wasn’t sure how Sir was able to listen to it without falling apart.
Once it returned to the hauntingly sad melody, she felt Sir’s chest rise and fall in jerky movements and knew he was silently crying. She cried along with him, choking back the sobs as she soaked his shirt with her tears.
Brie instinctively knew there was healing to be gained from his painful release…
Wicked Game
B rie spent every waking hour working on her film the week before she was to present her documentary to Mr. Holloway. This was her last chance with the producer—either he would be satisfied with her changes, or he would withdraw his interest and she would have to start from square one, trying to find someone to take on her project.
There was no way Brie was going to let that happen.
Sir supported Brie in her work, demanding little from her as she poured her soul into the documentary. Not only did he take care of all the meals, but he handled her laundry. It made Brie extremely uncomfortable to see him take over tasks that were hers alone, but when she attempted to help, he reprimanded her harshly.
“Brie, you are disobeying a direct order. I do not want to see you do anything else until that documentary is complete. Do you understand me?”
Brie answered with a miserable, “Yes,” frustrated that she was not only failing to care for her Master, but she had managed to disobey him in the process.
While she worked tirelessly on her project, Sir concentrated on coordinating his business in Russia while still meeting the needs of his American clientele. It kept him busy, but he still made time to visit Master Anderson on a daily basis.
It gave Brie nervous butterflies every time he left. The daily visits meant that Sir was taking his lessons seriously, and soon she would be feeling the sting of his newfound expertise.
Just before he was about to leave for another lesson, the doorbell rang. No one ever visited Sir without prior arrangement. Brie ran to the bedroom to throw something on as Sir went to answer the door.
She was worried it was bad news, but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Mr. Reynolds, Sir’s uncle.
“Good to see you, Unc,” Sir said, giving him a more heartfelt hug than normal before inviting him in. Mr. Reynolds smiled when he saw Brie, but his reserved manner let her know something was up. She immediately joined Sir on the couch.
“To what do I owe this unexpected surprise?” Sir asked pensively, picking up on Mr. Reynolds’ unusual demeanor.
“I have been visited by…” He paused, as if unwilling to even say her name out loud in front of Sir.
“The beast?” Sir answered for him.
Mr. Reynolds let out a long, anguished sigh and simply nodded.
“What did she want?”
Mr. Reynolds sounded as if he was in pain when he replied, “I’m sorry, Thane.”
Sir’s voice became tense. “Sorry for what?”
“She’s determined to see you.”
Sir snarled. “You know I don’t care what she wants. I refuse to speak to a woman who is dead to me.”
Mr. Reynolds looked at him with an expression Brie could not read. “I would do anything to protect you, but she’s crazy.”
“Did she threaten you?” Sir asked with an eerie calmness, as if it had happened before.
“I’m not worried about us. Thane, I came to warn you. Ruth is determined to see you, no matter the cost.”
“Did she say what she
Sir opened his eyes and gazed at her, finally nodding in response when tears welled up in his eyes.
Brie cuddled up next to him and they lay there, listening to his father speak through the song. The life and vitality Brie found in the touching piece belied that fact that his father was no longer living.
The ache in her heart grew when the song became lighthearted in nature. She could just imagine his father playing with Sir as a little boy. The love and passion in the music hinted at the beautiful relationship they must have had. Brie wasn’t sure how Sir was able to listen to it without falling apart.
Once it returned to the hauntingly sad melody, she felt Sir’s chest rise and fall in jerky movements and knew he was silently crying. She cried along with him, choking back the sobs as she soaked his shirt with her tears.
Brie instinctively knew there was healing to be gained from his painful release…
Wicked Game
B rie spent every waking hour working on her film the week before she was to present her documentary to Mr. Holloway. This was her last chance with the producer—either he would be satisfied with her changes, or he would withdraw his interest and she would have to start from square one, trying to find someone to take on her project.
There was no way Brie was going to let that happen.
Sir supported Brie in her work, demanding little from her as she poured her soul into the documentary. Not only did he take care of all the meals, but he handled her laundry. It made Brie extremely uncomfortable to see him take over tasks that were hers alone, but when she attempted to help, he reprimanded her harshly.
“Brie, you are disobeying a direct order. I do not want to see you do anything else until that documentary is complete. Do you understand me?”
Brie answered with a miserable, “Yes,” frustrated that she was not only failing to care for her Master, but she had managed to disobey him in the process.
While she worked tirelessly on her project, Sir concentrated on coordinating his business in Russia while still meeting the needs of his American clientele. It kept him busy, but he still made time to visit Master Anderson on a daily basis.
It gave Brie nervous butterflies every time he left. The daily visits meant that Sir was taking his lessons seriously, and soon she would be feeling the sting of his newfound expertise.
Just before he was about to leave for another lesson, the doorbell rang. No one ever visited Sir without prior arrangement. Brie ran to the bedroom to throw something on as Sir went to answer the door.
She was worried it was bad news, but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Mr. Reynolds, Sir’s uncle.
“Good to see you, Unc,” Sir said, giving him a more heartfelt hug than normal before inviting him in. Mr. Reynolds smiled when he saw Brie, but his reserved manner let her know something was up. She immediately joined Sir on the couch.
“To what do I owe this unexpected surprise?” Sir asked pensively, picking up on Mr. Reynolds’ unusual demeanor.
“I have been visited by…” He paused, as if unwilling to even say her name out loud in front of Sir.
“The beast?” Sir answered for him.
Mr. Reynolds let out a long, anguished sigh and simply nodded.
“What did she want?”
Mr. Reynolds sounded as if he was in pain when he replied, “I’m sorry, Thane.”
Sir’s voice became tense. “Sorry for what?”
“She’s determined to see you.”
Sir snarled. “You know I don’t care what she wants. I refuse to speak to a woman who is dead to me.”
Mr. Reynolds looked at him with an expression Brie could not read. “I would do anything to protect you, but she’s crazy.”
“Did she threaten you?” Sir asked with an eerie calmness, as if it had happened before.
“I’m not worried about us. Thane, I came to warn you. Ruth is determined to see you, no matter the cost.”
“Did she say what she
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