Sold To The Devil I Ruined

ke an animal in pain that cut through the roar of the storm. The vehicl

clung to her skin, cold and heavy. Before she could take a breath, a hand clamped around

uard yank

, but of the expensive Italian stiletto giving way. She went down hard. Her knees hit the mud and gravel with

r that felt too thick with water to breathe. Throug

leather. Immaculate. Not

the dark suit trousers, past the fitted jacke

her. There was no anger in his face. Anger would have been human. There was only a hollow, terrifyi

. He didn't speak. He

y audible over the thunder, but it carried the weight of a

She tried to find purchase, but without her shoe, she was unbala

handelier made her squeeze her eyes shut. She hit the floor again. This time i

hes pooling around her, staining the intricate Pers

om the brief exposure to the blowing rain. He balled th

slapped against

re, but enough to mark. It w

heat of humiliation burned in her chest, warring

ld," she rasped. Her throat f

us hall. A laugh. But it lacked a

y. He reached out and grabbed her chin. His fingers dug into her jawline with eno

read the fine print, Elenora. Your father was desperate. The collateral agre

to the side, inspec

gible. It included a personal services co

s Gifford had signed. Stacks of them. She hadn't re

her face away. H

red, though the fight w

aid. His voice dropped to a whisper, in

phone from his pocket. The screen lit up hi

I have St. Mary's Hos

t hammered against her

hat's all it takes to pull the plug on Gifford's life support. I ow

h. Elenora looked at the heavy oak

de

d left. The only person who hadn't t

es flickered and died, replaced by a dull, aching resignati

her eyes. He seemed to breathe de

f from his pocket and wiped the fingers that h

he guards, turning his back on her. "No one

let them drag her across the marble, her bare foot squ

ng at her. He was staring at his own hand, rubbing t