The Disgraced Heiress's Deal With The Devil

knuckles turning white. The reflection in the mirror was a stranger. Her cheeks were flushed a violent, unnatural red, and her pupils had swallowed her iri

ed her that glass of champagne with a smile that did

rattled the r

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ust and entitlement. It vibrated throug

oor. She locked the stall door, her fingers fumbling and s

he main door. The lock

lation window sat high on the

metallic shock of pain to cut through the drug's haze for a precious second of clarity. She stepped onto the toilet se

freezing, a sharp contrast to the fever burning under her skin. She looked down. Cars

r splintered open. Heavy foo

you, litt

way, a stone balcony jutted out from the adjacent pr

en the stall doors one b

think. She

perately lunging, her body scraping against the rough brickw

e stone railing of the neighboring balcony. The air left her lungs in a painful wheeze. He

sliding

eyes shut, wait

mped aroun

ng. The momentum of her fall halted with

d met a pair of eyes as black as

lazily in his free hand. He looked at her not with concern, b

motion, he hauled h

race, coughing, her body shaking uncontrollably. T

e bathroom window she h

u are, yo

rame casting a shadow that completely swallowed her. He looked at Silas. The look was devoi

He pulled his head back in

k you. She needed to run. But her legs were wate

gainst the

al contact was a variable he didn't account for, a mess of bacteria an

s burn

dress shirt. She smelled like cheap soap and fear, a raw, o

ispered. Her voic

atures. He recognized her. Francisca Jennings. The daughter of the man

security. He should have her

ise that had kept him awake for months-suddenly went quiet. The abrupt silence was a physical sensation, more

her up in

and carried the trouble inside