Page 163 of Symphony for Lies

We needed to get Amelia out of there. But if I called out, Watson would know exactly where she was. He’d catch her before I could even get close.

If only there was a way to send her a message… something only she would understand.

Something—

My violin.

Our secret language. I had taught her. Showed her my way of speaking through music.

“Stay here, Spencer!”

He grabbed my arm. “What the hell are you doing?! You know you can’t go in there!”

I wrenched free and met his eyes with unyielding determination.“I won’t go in. But I’m going to lead her out.”

His brow furrowed.

I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.“You’ll watch her and tell me where she needs to go. And I’ll guide her with my music.”

His eyes widened.

“Please,” I begged. “This is all I can do.”

He released me.“Okay. But be careful.”

I ran.There was no time to waste.

Blood roared in my ears, my heart a war drum pounding against my chest.

My violin was always in my car. That fucking instrument.

I threw the trunk open, and my fingers trembled as I grabbed the case.

“Hold on, Amelia. I’m coming.”

I sprinted toward the labyrinth’s entrance.

Everything was still. Too still.

Not even the wind moved. Only the sound of my own erratic breathing filled the air.

I switched my phone to speaker.“Ready.”

“She needs to go right,”Spencer said.

I took a deep breath.

Lifted my violin.“Amelia. My love, please, please hear me. Please understand.”

I began.

The soft, haunting melody sliced through the silence, weaving through the towering hedges, wrapping around the night like a whispered secret.

I played the note again, praying she could hear me. Praying she would understand.

An eternity passed.

Spencer was quiet.