am's body went completely rigid for a second. Then, all the fight

his hairline, sliding down his te

t on the floor. Her hands were shaking violently. She stared at the smear of red b

him for five minutes. Then, she stood up. Her legs felt like lead. S

g off a large gauze pad and slapped it roughly over the cut on h

righam to wake up. She changed into her clothes, grabbed her bag,

m an unknown number. It contained an address for a Michelin-starred restauran

the screen, her grip tightening on the phone. She must have gotten the number from someone in the Myers househ

pped off her white lab coat. She changed into a sharp, tailored b

s took one look at her name and immediately le

up. When Amy walked in, Giselle did not stand up. She slowly lowered her cup and let

s not waste time. We both know you are just a pla

a thick manila envelope and slid it across the pol

air. "If you sign it quietly and step aside, I will make sure you get

it. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around

threw the freezing water d

against the floor. Water dripped from her eyelashes and soaked the front of her silk blous

Giselle, her face completely blan

room. Her steps were steady until she pushe

de crumbled. Her eyes burned, and the edges of her vision blurred

ng out a silk tie for her adoptive father, Howard. Tonight was his seventieth

hall. She wore a modest but elegant evening gown

aning on his cane. He kept looking toward the door. "Whe

"He is on a very important cross-border

l. She dialed Brigham's number over and over. It rang out every time. Her fingers flew

zed. A reply

Cannot leave. Give your fath

ls dug so hard into her palms that the skin nearl

reapplied it perfectly, and pushed the stall door ope

ept coming up to her. "Where is y

pe." Amy repeated the lie

the tight grip she had on her champagne glass. H

livery team walked in carrying a massive, incredibly exp

the vase sitting there in the middle of the r