gh the blinds when the clack of high h

nd a fake smile, carrying a plastic shopping bag. She tossed th

aid, her tone dripping with condescension. "He said

he bag and pulled out a few old paperbacks a

eyes like flint. "He prom

t's a piece of junk from a dollar store. You don't actually think Bur

nd stood up, closing the distance between them. Corrin

orrina's neck. Her pulse was hammering. A vein

said, her voice low and dangerous.

ed. "You're crazy! Who w

thout the pendant, I won't sign the papers. And if he forces

d stormed out, slammin

ily location-sharing app on their phones. 'So you always know I'm safe,' he'd said. He had clearly forgotten about it. She also recalled seei

e dot wasn't at the military base. I

her intimate knowledge of the estate's layout and the audio

y. Drawers hung open; papers were scattered across th

t are you l

ng a silk robe. Her blonde hair was messy

r, frustrated. "A pendant. That

chain she wore-the unique, industrial-looking pendant she had found i

xpression turning defensive. "I haven't

ntly. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "Brielle, if you too

t defiantly. "I saw it first! And I've alread

sper. "It's hers! And if I don't give

Burke, you gave it to me. It's m

e turned and ran up the grand staircase, slammin

ed up at the portrait of General Harrison Clark hanging above

ing out of time. He pulled out his p

dry cleaner. I'll

he text. She switched back to the tracking app. B

thumbs striking th

ow. Or I'm call