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kles turned the color of bone. She was the widow. The intruder. The charity case Clark Holden had picked up from the gutter and tried to polish into a diamond before h
nk t
ned to see her sister, Chloe, holding out a crystal flute of c
ressing the glass into Aurora's hand. "Everyone
en less. She downed the liquid in one burning gulp. It tasted sharp, metall
said, her smile not
ter, the room
like liquid lead. The faces of the guests-Clark's business partners, his judgmental aunt Eleanor, the vultures fro
three men she didn't know were watching her. One licked
t
It screamed over the ro
ick Persian rug. She needed a door. Any door. She pushed throug
eone hissed. "Drun
y under her sweat-slicked palm. The second-floor corridor
ed up from the bottom of the
e this-disoriented, flushed, weak-it would be the end.
the nearest h
the next
cked on the s
the end of the hall. The handle turned. She slipped insi
le
e afternoon sun. The air here was different. It didn't smell o
r. The heat in her body was unbearable now. It felt like her skin was too tight for her flesh
ic
sharp, violent
darkness. Blue at the b
r Zippo. The light traveled up, revealing a jawline sharp enoug
it between his lips. He wasn't surprised. He wasn't alarmed. He looked
r tongue felt swollen. A whim
weight pressing against her feverish skin. He snapped the lighter
hut. Op
the handl
y," Chloe's voice was mu
at the man in the chair,
n sto
y grace of a large cat. In two strides, he crossed
eaned down, his face inches from hers. She could feel the cold radiatin
le jiggl
ing the lapels of his suit jacket. She didn't know who he was. The drugs had
voice was a low rumble t
tside hesitated,
short-lived. The drug surged again, a tidal wave of sensation. She pressed herself c
chin, his fingers strong and unyie
me," he c
allowing the irises. She couldn't focus.
the name falling from
thing cold and violent sparked in his eyes, a brief glimpse of the monster beneath the suit.
aid, his voice a low

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