y wooden door shut. She rushed to the marble sink, turned on

t her bloodshot eyes in the mirror. Her che

aper towel, dried her face, and

onces. She kept her head down, smoothing the silk of

e-a harsh mix of medical

strong hand shot out, gripping her

r of amber irises. The man was staring down at her

letely unbuttoned, looking entirely out of plac

eyes raking over her expensive

m out of his grip. "Thank you," she said co

entionally blocking her path.

her ear. "That dress looks expensive," he whispere

his chest hard. "Excuse me? You

and pulling out a silver Zippo lighter. He flipped it open

r. He looked at her with the cold

ber eyes piercing right through her defenses. "Kendrick isn't raising a wife. He's curating a very rare, very frag

image of the needle piercing her vein that morning flashed behind her eyes, followed by the metallic taste of the neon-g

She pressed her back against the wall, her teeth biting dow

plex-something like regret-flashed in his amber eyes

from the end of the hallway. Kendric

out and slipped a stiff, black business card

hem. He raised his voice, adopting a sleazy, drunken tone. "I

ocked onto Cayden, their hands instinctively dropping to their

self," the lea

azy smile on his face. "Relax, boys. Jus

then turned and sauntered down the s

letely devoid of emotion. "Mr. Pope is

sharp edges of the black card hidden in he

smile back onto her face, and followed the guard

e saw her, his dark eyes scanned her body like

lf to hold his gaze, while her heart