d fighter's stance, absorbing the momentum. Glyn, expecting her to stumble, found himself pushin

hough her pulse was hammering in

k like a beggar, Dylan. You're embarrassing us. Loo

, recording. "Did you slee

h a look of polite disdain. He didn't

ling between his son and his granddaug

ke concern. "She's sick, Dad. Look at her. She's filth

ug into her palms. "I'm not sick. I'm wet because

spat from behind Belle. "C

eyes were hard, flinty. "Ask

. "She violated the dress code, sir.

ted. "See? Standards

ain. "You're white trash, Dylan. Always were. We took you out of that foste

hey had used them for years.

dia. "I repaid you

way forever," Belle whisp

arp sound that cut through the h

isit you at the hospital, Gra

, reaching for her. "Dyl

ar's full, Dad. No room for

ded Firman in, blocking Dylan's

lan one last time

house," he hissed.

door s

the wet pavement, sending a spray of muddy, oi

Please leave the premises

n her boots. She wiped a singl

y," sh