The morning rain had soaked her clothes. She stood

slapped a Non-Disclosure Agreemen

hesitate. She signed her name, despera

plastic box at Aracely's feet. In

under his nose. Brennen loathes anything 'imperfect'-this scar will

rose in her throat. But the image of the ventilator fl

rror. She applied the pungent, chemical-smelling glue and

A monster stared back. Aracely put on thick,

of the Levine Estate. She wore a scratchy, gray m

took one look at her face and stepped

vine," Martha warned sharply. "You c

k her rag and started wiping a ta

ormed back into the foyer, his coat disheveled

as wiped. Also... the GPS on Madam's car shows she never left her

was tight. The intense high from last

gaze landed on the gray figure

r shoulders. It was the exact same bod

r shoes went silent on the marble.

Her spine went rigid. The wet rag

eyes. He walked strai

llowed her. "Turn a

slowly. She kept her chin tucked to her ches

ing tightly into her palms.

ached out and grabbed her c

luttered. Her clear eyes c

eyes dropped to her cheek. He saw the dark

dhesive hit him. The violent contrast triggered a wave of nausea. He

fingers that had touched her skin. "Martha," he snapped

her eyes. Brennen threw the handkerchief into the trash ca