room wen

d pairs of eyes on her. The crystal chand

walk

oman who had seen the end of the world. Her chin was up. Her wet hair was slicked back, exposing the shar

aw Ca

ourt. She had a glass of champagne in one hand, and she was

Ali, the laugh d

ward her. The crowd pa

nd. She put on her best concerned-best-friend fa

out to grab

t let her

ised h

ion, her betrayal, and her three ye

AC

was like

d back, clutching her cheek. The imprint of Ali'

s absolute. Even the strin

nstantly welling up in her eyes.

shrieked from the sidelines. "She

is glass. It shattered, t

ng toward her. "What the hel

im. She kept her eye

dy and projecting to the back of

sobbed. "I tried to c

that

left hand. She

was a single, irid

ain this,"

grabbed her left wrist. The cuff of her exp

the fabric would have torn toward you. But this button was rip

pose the thin red line on her neck, "perhaps the skin under y

e leaning in, looking at the button, then at

e twisted in fury. "You little liar!

her hand to

. She prepared to

didn't

oug

weight than Ellwood's shout. It was a deep, ba

far end of the ba

Walker w

Isadore sucked the oxygen out of the room. He had changed his shirt, but

is eyes scanning the room like he w

few feet aw

ker. I... we didn't expect you

at Ellwood with

he repeated. "I

i. For a second, the col

in his own house," Isadore said, hi