First Snow Cannot Hide Old Sins

Three years after faking my death, I ran into my ex-husband, Jarvis Weiss, at an underground auction house on Harbor Isle. He was burning an offering for Adela Henson, bidding on a pair of Blood-Dove Rings. Three years apart, and he was still up on his high horse, murmuring softly to the woman in his arms. "In all this world, only you are worthy." I sat in a private box on the second floor and watched the whole thing. Three years ago, Adela had said with reddened eyes, "It seems Judy can't stand having me around."