the leather sofas with a reckl

ard she tasted copper. Her chest heaved. The ghost of the boy who had

sive frame directly in front of Isla, blocking her from the s

. He leaned to the side, trying to catch Isla's eye. His ga

aid. His voice w

ure in the r

s. "Who the hell are you, and why are yo

is chin up defiantly. "I'm the future son-in-

cé. Her fingernails dug into her palms until she felt wet b

nd him. He reached back without looking and grabbed

ble taste in women, Cantrell. Your fiancé is

lene. He took a step forward, reaching his hand out

arson's hand away

, the veins in his neck bulg

air crackled with violent male aggress

tiss started digging into Karson's past. She took

orced her eyes to widen in

, her voice shaking viole

in the chest. He stared at her blank

apels, tears spilling down her cheeks. "P

t-circuited his rage. He wrapped his arm around her

yguards stepped out of the shadows, slamming their

alcony, the autumn wi

d her back against the cold stone pillar. He box

, his voice a low, terrifying

d. She couldn't t

e. I've seen him at their parties... People in that circle, they always look at me with those eyes, ma

g for the lie. But Isla's terror was r

her shivering in the cold wind, his chest tightened. He stripp

to look at him. "Coffey women d

er face into the warm silk of his

Curtiss's jacket draped over Isla. Karson's hands c