rom the rusted iron gates, the headl

. Arthur, the Harmon family's longtime butler, clut

o a smooth stop. He looked in the rearview mirror, wai

indshield. His expression didn't change. H

erself across the wide leather seat, pressing he

he thick bulletproof glass slid down, letting

d down his deeply wrinkled face as he

. Arthur grabbed her fingertips, his hands tremb

oked out, his voice cracking. "

She ripped her hand away and spun around, droppi

er chest. "Please," she begged, her voice a

rest. His dark eyes slowly dragged

d even. "My residence is a secure locati

's freezing cheeks. She lunged forward, he

ling instantly. As the SUV accelerated, Javier caught Cale's eye in the rearview mirror. He gave a subtle, sharp nod, tapping his index finger against the armrest twice. It was a silent, pre

alt, leaving the old man shrin

ressed both hands hard over her face, her shoulders

d out a perfectly folded, pure white cotto

away from his hand, pressing her bac

hite square of fabric onto the empty spa

n was the low hum of the engine

naline crash and the freezing cold finally dra

ups. Her head rolled sideways agains

of the interstate. The heavy cha

cious body ti

Her soft, cold cheek pressed directly aga

high locked tight. He could feel the faint, warm puff

he rearview mirror. "Si

eping on his leg. He stared at her

gave a sharp flick of h