vember storm, fat drops hammering against the bulletproof

pressed one finger against the back of her hand

he'd given her on stage. His gaze traveled from her face to her throat to where the

r what you did in there. But I n

on the center console. The partition between front and b

ught her wrist. His grip was iron. The partit

locks. Of course. She was in a car designed to protec

e silk made a whispering sou

on't have money.

e leaned forward. His hand closed around the back of her neck, pulling her toward him until their foreheads nearly touched. "I

f her cheek until she tasted blood. She wo

touch was almost gentle. It terrifie

murmured. "Good. Fear

as a taxi cut across their lane. The momentum threw Corne

sa m

possessed. Her other hand found the window controls. The glass began t

found the door handle. The lock had disengaged with the window. Sh

r flats slipping on the slick pavement, her lungs burning. The lights of Times Square blazed ahead. Crow

n. Cornell Knight watched her disappear into the neon and the chaos, water

smi

phone and dialed a

ery building she's lived in. Every school she attended. Every person she's ever loved.

s fingers closed around something on the leather. A

it to his fac