Raquel’s POV

“ENOUGH!” Tabitha’s screech was the shrill of a wood axe being sharpened on the grindstone. She took her gold-plated collar off and threw it to the ground, little glass beads and precious stones scattering over the wooden floors of the Ahlstrom theater. The gnomes stopped playing the sensual violin and piano duet that was Tabitha’s theme mixed with the bass cellos of my leitmotif. Her hair was a mess, blond roots peeking out past the blue dye ...