obbed with a vicious migraine, and her muscle

ingers frantically over her skin. No bandages. No surgical scars

and Cayden's warning about the pharmacy, cr

age waiting to be slaughtered. She needed an excuse t

ws of designer clothes to a battered old suitcase she had brought f

her door. She slipped into the bathroom, turned the sink fau

wner of a small independent art galle

receiver. "I need a job. Anything. Filing pape

ye for art, didn't hesitate. "Of co

gnited in her chest. She powered off the devic

and walked out of the bedroom. She found the

ell Kendrick I got a job at an

on a side table, pulled a walkie-talkie from his belt, and w

butler picked it up, listened, and then handed th

ker, smooth and absolute. "You don't need to w

said, her voice shaking but firm. "I need to do so

r end. Then, Kendrick chuckled softly. "Alright,

hung up the receiver. She had won. It felt t

her old phone buzzed in the clo

er ear. Emma's voice was hy

everything. They said there was an anonymous tip about tax fraud. Pl

ora's hand, hitting the

entire life in less than two hours ju

out of the bedroom, ran down the grand staircase, a

med at the driver. "Take

front of the car, crossing their arms.

past him. The guard didn't even flinch. He reached out with one

open. Kendrick's black sedan rolled up th

He walked up to Cora, his face perfectly calm. He reached

arlobe. "The world out there is too dangerous

"You belong here. You are my perfect wife

ve out, and she sank to her knees on the gravel, compl