A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 134

Right now, Tyson's top priority was to find someone powerful enough to help him stand up against the Rogers family.

As for what would happen after that…

Well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

He'd figure something out—he always did.

Besides, once Nona cooled off, she'd come back to him.

And when that happened, the Thorne family would be on his side.

After all, he was their son-in-law.

The thought made a faint, contented smile tug at Tyson's lips.

…

Winona sat in the car, her gaze drifting to the blur of city lights racing past the window. She hummed softly under her breath, losing herself in the rhythm.

Her singing, though, left a lot to be desired. More than a few notes were hopelessly off-key.

A gentle chuckle sounded beside her, making Winona choke on her next note. She whipped her head around, cheeks flushing as she glared at Elvis.

"Are you laughing at me?"

Elvis turned his face toward her, his eyes glinting with amusement. But his tone was mild as he shook his head. "Not at all."

Winona was clearly unconvinced. She crossed her arms and huffed, "Then what's so funny?"

"I just think your tune is… unique." Elvis tapped his fingers lightly against his knee and turned back to look out the windshield. "Kind of like… a wind chime caught in a breeze, spinning in circles."

The analogy was far from accurate, but somehow it took the sting out of Winona's annoyance. She turned away, a little embarrassed, muttering, "Wind chime, huh? Sounds like you're just finding a nice way to say I'm tone-deaf."

"Even if you are, it's still lovely," Elvis said, his voice gentle.

"That's more like it." Winona's eyes crinkled with a smile.

Honestly, after seeing Tyson tonight, she'd expected to feel miserable.

But to her surprise, her mood was actually pretty good.

Maybe it was because, through everything—earlier tonight and even now—Elvis had been right there beside her.

At the hospital, Celia lay awake on her bed, eyes closed, sleep eluding her.

She rested a hand gently on her stomach.

"Thank goodness you're alright, baby," she whispered. "Otherwise, I'd really have nothing left to bargain with."

She couldn't help glancing toward the door again.

No one came in.

Tyson still hadn't returned.

She let out a bitter laugh. Of course, she knew exactly where he'd gone—no doubt chasing after Winona.

But deep down, she knew she couldn't stop him.

So why bother trying?

Besides, it was obvious—even to a stranger—that Winona wanted nothing to do with him. Only Tyson seemed unable to see it, still trapped in his own wishful thinking.