g down the long drivewa

e was a shrinking white dot. He should b

doorway. Her voice was calm, reasonable. "It's a classi

lightly. He shoved them into his pockets. "You r

heir wits. Blood packets are easy to bu

He didn't go to the hospital. He drove to Bentley Tower, desperate

room of Mount Sin

ut of consciousness. T

t," a voice said.

. Dilation and cure

ning over her, looking grim. "Mrs. Bent

agent must have failed weeks ago. The fatigue, the na

ogy report is showing a severe reaction. There are high concentrations of a

oms now. The cramping intensity, the specific nature of the blood flow. Antonina hadn't

a chemical termination. And because of the toxicity levels in your blood, your clotting facto

e ceiling. Vitamin

ore she even knew it existed. And Dillard

rifying, burned

urgery,"

nesthesia," the doctor suggested gently.

id. Her voice was iro

memory. She wanted to remember exactly

r file. The words swam. He picked up his

, walked in. "Boss.

asked, feigni

ils. Privacy laws. But

inge of unease. H

. The screen f

ed. "There's a man outside the auction ve

by the familiar drive to prote

thought about the woman who had supposedly saved him from the