scent of Desmond's cedar and bergamot cologne filled th

leather door panel, trying to put as m

d leaned back against the headrest, his dark eye

he swallowed the lump of fear in

r voice was hoarse, ba

ounded like a threat. "A divorce? You thi

rnails digging into her own palms. "You took

large hand clamped around her thin w

. "You will spend the rest of your miserable life in the shadow

hand back at

, the Maybach pulled up to the curb on Fifth Avenue, stopping in

urity. "Burn those disgusting clothes. Put her in

Ada. They marched her through the

oppers stopped and stared at the bruised, e

ng room. Two saleswomen nervously wheel

lection. Her collarbones jutted out sharply. Her skin was pale and covered i

ned it a crack. "I need to use the restroom

throom. There were no windows, only one

ked up. Above the toilet stalls was a

rom weakness. She pushed her fingers through the met

ilation shaft. The metal scraped against her elbows, tearing the skin, but she didn'

guard kicked the bathroom d

blared through th

ng hard on a pile of cardboard boxes. Pain shot up

her heart hammering wildly. She could hear the crack

the stairs toward the crowded platform. A tra

for the o

clamped down on the back

terror. She was jerked backward

t. She looked up into Desmond's eyes. They we

away in fear, intimidated by th

n, threw Ada over his broad shoulder l

r fists against his back. "Let

ied her out of the station and threw he

ordered the driver, his voi