"Belle has a lot of things that aren't hers. That's her nature."
"Belle's inside," he said, his voice a low gravel. "She has something of mine." charlee chase belle de tit
Inside, sat alone at the corner table, the ruby's red glow pulsing faintly against her cheek. She wasn't drinking. She was waiting. "Belle has a lot of things that aren't hers
Belle didn't look up. "Everyone wants what I have, Chase. But no one ever asks why I took it." " he said
Charlee uncrossed her arms and picked up the violin case. She opened it. Inside wasn't a violin. It was a photograph — Chase's mother, young, laughing, with an infant Belle in her lap.
Charlee closed the case and handed it to Belle. "Get out. Both of you. Take the fight somewhere else."
"Belle has a lot of things that aren't hers. That's her nature."
"Belle's inside," he said, his voice a low gravel. "She has something of mine."
Inside, sat alone at the corner table, the ruby's red glow pulsing faintly against her cheek. She wasn't drinking. She was waiting.
Belle didn't look up. "Everyone wants what I have, Chase. But no one ever asks why I took it."
Charlee uncrossed her arms and picked up the violin case. She opened it. Inside wasn't a violin. It was a photograph — Chase's mother, young, laughing, with an infant Belle in her lap.
Charlee closed the case and handed it to Belle. "Get out. Both of you. Take the fight somewhere else."