Grasping the blanket that was slung over her shoulders as though it might somehow keep her together, Lily sat on the edge of Ethan's couch. Beyond the big windows of the flat, the city was a glistening expanse of shifting shadows and lights. She hardly noticed, though.
Her thoughts were racing.
Carlisle was out.
The fact that James was in police custody didn't really matter. Men like Carlisle always had individuals in high places who were eager to pull the correct strings, and the legal system could be purchased.
The next time he hit, it was inevitable.
She also doubted that she would make it through this time.
She was startled out of her reverie by a gentle clink.
