of rubbing alcohol burned t

a blinding ache in her skull. Her h

tightly around her forehead. A heavy ice pack was strapped to her swollen right ankle, throbbing in tandem with her s

hallway outside. Leath

fall shut, slowing her breathing to the stea

pen. The footsteps stopp

her. Jayson. It mixed with the stale odor of a Cuba

x muttered, his voice low. "

breathy laugh. It was en

sleep? She's useless awake, Dex. She's just a

ears," Dex pointed out. "Y

He adjusted his cuffs, the gold links clinking faintly. "If it weren't for Archer Powel

s burned. She

a corporate obligation," Jayson added, his voice dri

ft hand curled into a fist. Her manicured nails

d from the corner of her eye a

te. Golda and the kid are waiti

into soft velvet. "Pippa didn't see me before

ound. The door

g silence, broken only by the s

allization. It was the moment four years of suppressed doubts

eyes sna

that had crushed her chest was gone.

of her concussion and forced herself to

rabbed the plastic hub of the IV needl

uckles and splattered onto the pristine white she

he nightstand. The screen was spider-webbed

ife. She opened her contacts

t ring. "Bridget! Oh my god

rasped. Her voice soun

fell

red, staring at the blood dripping f

, what h

d, hollow whisper. "And on the day his company rings the bell