Each note that passed was another second that Matilda held her breath. She was intrigued and terrified at was was going on, and she couldn't find a medium that would allow her to absorb it all. Evan was doing everything he could to avoid what was really happening, there was no way that he would let slip, accidentally the stories about his father. Matilda had always found the senior Rosier to be charming, overly so...and now she understood why, and her heart sank deeper into her chest.
For Evan to tell her something of that magnitude...Matilda knew she wasn't the brightest of their circle of friends, or the most trustworthy because of her penchant for gossip. For him to divulge such things meant that he simply did not care who knew anymore. He did not care if his secrets were slipped and talked about, Evan Rosier did not care. His cold exterior often gave the impression that he was heartless and emotionless, but Matilda knew first hand of the things he would do for those he kept close to him.
God, what had happened?
Feeling useless once again, because she could no way find the silver lining in any of his words or current situation, Matilda chose to show Evan that she too knew the betrayal of a loved one. To show that he could trust her, because she knew exactly what it was to feel that pain.
"I used to play for my brother, not...Thorfinn," she said, staring down at the keys. Matilda knew that only her family and John knew of her eldest brother, and she felt her heart begin to speed up as she had never found speaking of Mattias easy. "He was Kissed long before I was born, and my parents had him...living, if you could...say that, in an empty wing of our home."
Feeling utterly depressed for so many reasons, her shoulders slumped. "I'm sure Thorfinn killed him a few months ago, to get his part of the inheritance."
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