he Brooklyn Bridge. Inside the cabin, the sil

ears, piping in a dry, monotonous Wall Street financial brief. He kept his eyes shut

, Hazel was fighting a losing

l's chest. The adrenaline that had kept Hazel going through the conf

exhaustion seep

cep muscles began to tremble involuntarily. The dull ache started in her wrists

to relieve the pressure, but i

harsh speed bump. The

eep, whining softly as s

, hostile environment. Instinctively, Hazel clamped her arms tighter

traction of her exhaust

Hazel's tightly pressed lips. It was

silence of the c

on's headphones. But as he reached up to adjust the volume dial, he caught a sha

, expecting to catch her putting on another pathetic act for his bene

layer of cold sweat. She was biting her bottom lip so hard it was turning

d windows, casting harsh shadows across her face. Sh

d at her tre

olent spasm se

ike. His heart hammered against his ribs, s

ed, terrifying image fl

the rain. Hazel, her face covered in dark, we

ing for air. A phantom pain ripped through his sternum, so sha

shallow and erratic.

eyes were wide, fierce, and highly defensive, like a mot

like a bucket of ice water. Karson'

pped his gaze away from her, staring blan

rantically. Sleep deprivation. The

st felt-the urge to reach across the seat and take t

aggressively cranked the volume dial on his hea

scent of baby powder mixed with chamomile drifted across the

n and rolled her eyes. She shifted her weight, grit

ty minutes, neith

nd estate appeared in the window. The SUV rolled up the

rd pulled t

ed out into the cold night air, desperate to escape

otest as she carried Serena out into the dark, bracing hers