Chapter 120 Seething Jealousy

• Thomas studied the photograph intently, his thoughts wandering to the pure, crystalline melody Seraphina had played. The sound had been so clear, so unblemished, that he dismissed the latter possibility without a second thought. She was likely just admiring its artistic beauty, nothing more.
• "Do I have any plans this Saturday?" he asked, tilting his head slightly as he glanced toward Michael.
• Michael's shoulders tensed, a sense of foreboding creeping in. "What are you planning now?"