uxury apartment building on Fifth Avenue, blocking the ent

unstrapped Kenzie with one hand, and tucked her inside his coat. He ran f

the system. The elevator shot up. The

g through the static. She found Desiree's consciousness. It w

it... just one sip

e're too late! She's making

aper and thick carpet. Devin didn't slow down. He walked up to the heav

ack, raised his

ed off, the wood splintering. The door slammed aga

fa, a glass of whiskey raised to his lips. Desiree was drape

nd jerked. The amber liquid sloshed

est heaving, his eyes wild. He loo

lowering the glass. "Wha

ce draining of color. The fear

the glass from Sterling's hand. He hurled it against the marble co

outed, jumping to his feet. "

y would be watching you drool and grunt on camera," Devin snarled,

placed by a chilling realization. He looked at Desi

oice trembling. "It was just whiske

droom door and a decorative vase on the bookshelf. "Smoke detector in the master bedroom,"

is head. "Arthur. Smoke detector in th

ed two tiny, blinking devices onto the coffee

glass in his hand, the drink he was about to take. He looked at Desiree

ow, dangerous growl. "You set me

I-" she whined, r

ath knocking out of her lungs. He didn't choke her; he didn't need to. He leaned over her, his face inches from hers, his voice

s clawing at his wrists. The fake tears were g

rother vent the rage. But when Desiree's

on't touch her. You'll leave marks. Arthur, bag her and the cameras. Call the lawyers. I wan

gasping, her silk robe disheveled, her masc

rom the safety of Devin's arms. The tension in the room began to dissip

t satisfied sigh echoing in her mind. "

the exhaustion of the fever and the telepathic strain finally cat

't say