rapped tightly around his waist. His breathing

s forming there-a mark from how hard she had struggled aga

hot and suffocating. She hated him. She had always hated him. This sudden affe

ely too tight, his fingers digging into her s

He stood up abruptly, putting three f

her mouth to explain, to tell him she wasn'

ed. To him, it was the silence of a l

e bent down, snatched his discarded dress shirt o

the vulnerable man vanishing, replaced instantly

th me, Alana," he said, his voice d

pond. He walked out of the be

nd him. The impact shook the walls a

of the massive, messy bed. S

d as fractured and paranoid as Corbin's wasn't g

ad all the tim

he expensive Persian rug. She walked over to the

gone. But marring the flawless skin of her neck were stark, dark purple bruises forming in the shape of a man's large fingers. The physical

. The fake, sympathetic smile of her stepmother, Euphemia

rough her chest. Her eyes dark

lowing blue numbers fla

ithin her consciousness, a vast, futuris

tally awakened in the final, desperate moments of he

medical shelf and reached out to a smal

ened h

lowing blue liquid was sitting p

ght the vial to her lips and sw

ed. The heavy, lethargic fatigue that had plagued he

l, a dangerous smirk pullin

ly orphan anymore. She ha

and picked up her phone. She tappe

Knox family's an

Jessica had set her up, ruining her repu

lked toward the massive walk-in closet. It was time to