concrete ramp into the underground

hick yellow speed bump.

rew her right hand out to catch her balance, her pa

inst something hard and

looke

folder with a classified seal, was

ished from

behind her eyes like strobe lights. Archer Garcia to

a physical agony, identical to the phantom pain she felt the da

rtips were trembling so violently sh

t in her breathing. He followe

the vel

his eyes before the mask of cold indifference slammed back into place. He didn't reach out to hide i

gaze locking onto the side of Aly

ug her fingernails so deeply into her palms that the ski

ront of the man who was marrying i

ed like it was coming from a rusted tin can.

the suffocating

ed in his cheek. The dark amusement vanishe

years of hiding, did you really think you could return to this city and survive?

Alya like a physical

d, her eyes blazing with a

shaking with rage. "And I am going to rip the

. The scent of cedar and dan

own will crush your bones

are, her chest heaving. "Then let me

up with a loud, grinding clatter. Harsh, fl

ding glare. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting t

jerked t

lash, pulling open the rear door. The damp

n the concrete floor, looking down a

e face of his Patek Philippe w

ordered. "Or I w

r teeth. She ig

d forced her trembling legs to move. She stepped o

t shifted, her knees

fell forward, the concrete flo

apped around her waist. Archer caught her, pulling h