massive lungful of air. Her hands flew up automatically

was no

tal chandelier cast a warm, expensive

h of blood and gasoline was gone. The air sme

fingers. The skin was pale, smooth, and completely unble

e stared at her legs. They were whole. She wiggled

an to blare a rapid, high-pitched wa

up on her skin, but she didn't feel the sting. She threw her legs over the side of the be

back at her was pale and her eyes were red-rimmed, but

at next to a glass of water. She lunged for it, her fingers slippin

reen l

... That was the year she turned twenty.

r numb fingers. It hit th

bed until her knees hit the floor. Her shoulders shook violently. A mass

ills. She had done it because Destiny told her it was the only way to forc

allway. The heavy oak double do

rushed in, their eyes wide as they saw Eleanora sit

er long, dark hair fall forward to hide the violent, murderous light in h

. "Miss Kensington, what's wrong? Please get back in bed, your heart

When she raised her head, her fac

was sharp and dismissive. She grabbed the edge o

m the stomach pumping, but the tone carried a he

urses

ora stated, her eyes sweeping over them like t

ft in the usually hysterical girl's demeanor. She nodded quickly, gesturing fo

the floor-to-ceiling window. The glittering

what happened next in her past life. She had woken up, screamed at her parents, and thrown a glass

e soft flesh of her palms.

ipulated ATM ever again. She would take Destiny and Justen, drag them into

effect she had started. She had to sto

the hospital gown, letting it pool on the floor. She pulled a Chanel tweed

ripped it, her knuckles turning white, and pulle