ling finger at Camden. "You want to kill him faster? That is an FDA-approved Level-4 sterile pod! If

r shoulders. "Camden, please! You're grieving! You can't

sted casually on the grip of his holstered pistol. He didn't loo

ng women. He kept his gray

om her eyelashes. She looked direc

her voice projecting clearly over the storm. "You care abou

ze. Her mou

illion dollars into a short-selling fund. You are betting that Barton Montoya dies in trans

knees gave out, and she slumped back into

d to ice. Outside, the mercena

wide with terror. She had just heard a corporat

ent flooded Camden's eyes. He slowly

red, her voice cracking. "She's a witc

nd. The gesture was slight, but

he lethal hiss of a viper. "Escort Eleanor and Tess to the rear ve

ed both women by the arms with brutal efficiency, a

mpty, save for the comatose Barton, Camden in his

heelchair, backing up half a meter t

den whispered, "I will chain you to that offshore

from her coat and ste

y blank. "Have your nine hundred and ninet

massive, transparent intensive care pod. She

The dark purple light in he

depressurization screamed through the cabi