ildhood bedroom at the Lawrence house. Her mother, Mrs. Lawrence

r shrieked. "Helena, wake up! A

bbing. The clock read 8:00 A

ering," Helena muttere

amstress holding the Vera Wang gown that cost more than Helena's medical

on the nightstand. It

ed it up

r." Authur's voice was smooth,

other to be quiet. "Where

Authur said. She could hear the

ess

r chuckled darkly. "Then wear your uniform. Wear your scrubs to the altar. The bl

wear scrubs to St. Patrick's Cathedral? Yo

ngmaster. Do it, or I leave you at the altar. A

ne wen

rventilating. "What di

ce dress. Then she looked at her reflection

said. Her voice was

list aside. "I don

nd bring me a unit of O-neg simulation blood from the training lab. The kind that o

our l

Patrick's Cathedral. The sidewalks were packed with papa

oor o

h the crowd. It wasn't a gasp of

aring shapeless, navy blue cotton scrubs. On her feet were wo

r chest and stomach, was a stark, terrifying stain

ar, covered her face with her

that blood?" "Was there an ac

e doors of the church. She walked with her head high, her shoulders back. She wal

e hundred heads turned. The elite of

nce was absolute, heavy and judgmental

ach, his eyes widening. He had expected her to refuse. He had expected

ed of rubbing alcohol and the fai

a hiss. "You actually did

na corrected, facing the prie