ling his right arm back to throw a wild

life as Coyote, he had dodged bullets and fought train

gainst his cheek. Donavon panicked, dropping his center of gravity purely by accident, stumbling awkwardly under the punch. In a frantic, adrenaline-fueled scramble, he grabbed Keven's e

ac

p echoed throu

m. His knees buckled, and he slammed

nst the back of Keven's neck. If he applied one mor

, screaming hysterically. "Help! Som

oor of the master

aring Donavon's black silk robe, her broad sh

d down at

m, grabbing the hem of his robe. "Donavon! Look

st the railing, and then at Donavon, whose

er mouth, letting the deep, authoritative r

oug

like a physical weight. The

s eyes and gave a microscopic shake of

away like a piece of garbage. Keven crumpled to t

th malicious triumph. "Throw her out, Donavon. C

down at Jacquelin with a gaze

rcus in my house," Dara said,

quelin. "As of this moment, your tw

ed. The color drained

impering on the floor. "And your trust fun

!" Keven yelled, h

on Monroe! I am your mother! Have you lost your mind? Yo

tance. She leaned down, her physical presen

finances?" Dara asked softly, th

by the murderous look in her son'

t of the house, the heavy front

bat boots marching onto the marble