old sweat instantly breaking out on her pale forehead. The ra

her up into his arms, and took the stair

h his foot and laid her gently onto

hands dug deeply into her stomach as a

and pulled it up to her chin, tucking th

he stairs, heading straight into the

ssing it onto the marble island, and quick

ntil his fingers closed around a bo

knob of fresh ginger and brown sugar, his knife skil

me flared to life as he stood there, per

eaming bowl of the dark liqu

the slightly open door of the master bedroom,

ainst the wood, his phone vib

na's name, accompanied by th

d the call, keeping his voice to a ha

meone who perfectly described the layout of her private hospital room, and her medical monitors were suddenly acti

. Evelyn was still clutching her stomach, h

che years ago forced his hand. He gritted h

the hallway console table, turn

mmed shut, followed immediately by t

awake. The sharp pain in

edroom door opened. Martha, the head house

om the bowl. Her throat was incredib

t she knew Mr. Finley's unquestionable temper all too well, and perhaps his cruel directives were meant to protect something she didn't understand. To keep her job and prevent the vola

t ignited in Evelyn's chest was instantly sn

lf for actually believing that cold-blood

thout bothering to put on shoes, her

er's panicked shouts, and ran down the stairs,