loping bruises on her neck, while the long sleeves hid the goosebumps that rose from the air

corner of the room-a reminder of her "condition." She gripped the jo

e bedroom door and tri

n it. She didn't

, holding a tray of food. Behind him stood two massive men in dark sui

m," Alfred said,

the wheelchair forwar

stepped in, blocking the ha

unkindly, but firmly. "Boss s

t flinch. She didn't retreat. She hel

st suites," she said. "T

wasn't for guests. It was for holding corporate spies, th

a good idea,

basement is in the building. Unless you want to call him during his Monday morning boar

de's temper during board me

tapped his earpiece. "Es

ded, the air grew cooler. The smell of cedarwood wa

orridor lined with reinforced glass cells. I

cell, Cassan

and B

ssing. He was pacing the small cell like a caged rat. Bianca was sitt

er wheelchair to t

ked at Viper.

or slid open

r, his face lit up with a desperate, pathetic hope. He rushe

od! I knew you'd come! You have to get us out of he

beside him. "Sister! Please! It's fr

thing. No love. No hate. Just the cold detachment of a

oystick, inching

ing to grab her. "Baby, give me your hand. We

air smoothly, letting his

you can sell my location to the paparazzi again? Or so you can finish tran

sed like a fish. "What... what are you

. Dillon pressed his face against the bar

deliberate. She slapped him. It wasn't a powerful blow-it lacked the kinetic forc

l

pain. He touched his cheek, staring at her

thing. Viper stopped chewing his gum. The fragile,

chief from her sleeve and wiping her hand as if she had

k. "You're crazy! You're help

a. The temperature in the room se

Don't think I don't know what you put in my warm mi

blood drained from her lips. That

e saw the shift. The posture. The command. Thi

s desk. He was watching the security feed on his monitor. T

ap her lover. He heard

ry pixel of her face. Was she acting? Wa

eating in their cell. Since they like cold cal

, the motor whining softly, an

ic, his voice low. "Boss...