Chapter Three: The Dead Woman in the Ring

“Then promise that if I lose consciousness, no one takes the rings.” He released her slowly. “I promise.” The moment her finger touched platinum, cathedral bells thundered. White petals fell inside Cloudshore’s glass chapel. Mira stood at the altar in a pearl-covered gown. Harbor City’s elite filled the pews, every phone and camera aimed forward. Adrian wore the man’s band. The woman’s ring was on Mira’s finger. Celeste was nowhere to be seen. “Whatever happens, don’t turn around,” Adrian murmured. His hand guarded the small of her back. Reflected in the glass wall, a red point slid from the musicians’ gallery toward her heart. Adrian turned as if to shield her. A gun fired.