ntly into the private underground

the luxury cabin was thick with toxic silence. Neither of them h

use foyer. Cooper stepped out first, his long stri

uietly, closing t

off his custom Tom Ford suit jacket-the exact jacket whos

Cooper walked straight past him and headed

rbage can. Without a second of hesitation, he shoved the five-thousand-dollar

king onto Claire. He looked at her ex

aster suite, and slammed the heavy door shut. The viol

chen. She stood over the garbage

dry. She reached in, pulled the stained jacket

had been moved back to the

e dining table, staring blankl

aggressively against the wood. A barrage o

rst one. It opene

the stomach: CENTURY REUNION: COOPER GUTHR

h. Kendall was wearing a plunging, backless haute cou

is face was one Claire hadn't seen in two years. It was

mpletely expressionless. She didn't care about Kendall's vic

creen and zoomed in tight on th

e crystal glass

shing against the square ice cubes. The

uncut single

of Claire's neck. Her heart rate double

o

r. The immunosuppressants he took daily were already heavily taxing his liver. Add

mmediately. She opened

ence of the whiskey. She reviewed the entries from the past month. His skin had been l

tood up, her chair scrapin

to see his latest blood wo