tely. She hit the cold tile floor hard. The blood from her th

fingers fumbling blindly until they closed around the cold metal of h

ed a trembling thumb across the glass, missing the swipe bar twice before her bloody fingerprint finally unlocked it. She desperate

of a nightclub and Chloe's bright, drunken

perate wheeze, her tongue feeling like lead i

nd stopped instantly. "Aida

d out, her vision darkening at the edges,

hythmic thuds. He was kicking the door. The wooden

But Emmet was a lawyer. He couldn't stop a monster kicking down a door

dan

tly once before the

an's voice was low,

he drug was pulling her back down into the dark. "Grayson Lott,"

e line. Then, the horrific, violent sound of a heavy c

pletely shattered. His voice was raw with p

outh, Grayson let out a furi

lid wood door splintered inward. The toe of Grayson's expensiv

s slipped, and the phone dropped from her

Brendan's voice screamed

red hole. He saw Aida sitting in the pool of blood, her ski

orward and drove his heel direct

he door flew open, the heavy wood slamming viol

way, his chest heaving, s

the toilet. She gripped the bloody glass shard in her right hand a

he bathroom, raised his foot, and

cross her knuckles as it went. Aida let out a sharp c

stful of her dark hair and yanked

rugs, was too much. The room spun violently. The edges of A

ed like an earthquake tearing through a reinforced concrete wall-followed by the screech of metal and the shriek

y engine and the crunch of tires on broken masonry. Then came the thunder o

l it took. The last thing Aida saw before the darkness swallowed her was the splintered