Shockingly, the man who came to gawk at her misery gawked at her misery. Was she miserable? Concentrating? Miserable and concentrating?

Oh, he hoped she was miserable. He hoped she was stuck playing with one, single finger for the rest of her damned life, and he hoped Tobias laid awake at night listening to it in regret!

Zechariah was all congenial smiles when the blonde answered the door.

“What … music!” he said. “I was just here to see if you have any eggs for sale? There is a banquet coming up.”

His voice carried.