toxic. Ever could taste it in the air

. Her sketches-weeks of work-were soaked in brown liqui

nst the filing cabin

dripping with false sweetn

wanted to scream. She wanted to grab Zoe by her p

r only connection to the outside world, her only source of inco

aid, her voice dead

't have

sk pho

from his office, his door

d up. "Thi

ui

voice wa

ha

id to your work. I won't have it

ng her back to Zoe. "This is my job, Ga

mly. "Including the chair you're sitting in. I own t

e unbel

own. The plastic receive

fice. Everyone stared. No o

in paradise? Did Daddy

red, grabbing a roll of paper

neered, stepping closer. "You're jus

tung because

e street below. A low, mechanical

Veyron, black and lethal, wa

ing sunglasses, looking like a movi

for me? I matched with

to the wind

stairs, trying to sneak out the back. But

. His voice carrie

e on the

the passenger door. "Garrick s

pressed against the glass, gasped. Zoe'

someone whispered

ace burning. "You are enjoying this

Miles grinned, revving the engine. "He t

e you

e parked across the street. Spencer Cole was behind the whe

i

miles away in a b

is hopping into Mil

on the Upper East Side. "Garrick is meetin

re, leaning against the entrance pillars,

owing smoke in Ever's direction.

pped. "E

tlement. "Garrick's done with you, right? That's why you're with Miles? How much

his hand moving

d turned

f," Miles warned,

ust want to sample

s were an inch f