or of the guest

lush carpet. The slack-jawed, terrified expression mel

t heaved. She gripped the edge of the cold marbl

ba

of the yacht explosion. The deafening roar. Charlton's large body throwing its

r shoulders. She closed her eyes an

um of a wheelchair moto

elf onto the edge of the massive bed. She pulled her knees to her ch

yes swept the space like a predator scanning for

r seated form. "Don't think you're safe just because you're in this

the mattress toward him. Before he could react, she reached out and

erked backward instinctively, but his dead

ide and shining. "Legs broken," she said, h

ne ever touched his legs. No one ever spoke

his throat. His eyes burned with

ted his knee, a solid, rhythmic

he violent rage in his chest suddenly fractured. A

hard into her cheek. He forced her face up. "If you can't fix them," he

ers of her mouth stretched into a wi

jaw as if he had been burned. He grabbed the wheels of his chair, spu

s face. Her jaw ached from his gri

at the pitch-black grounds of the estate

red to check the contents of her worn-out luggage. She ripped open a hidden seam in the lining. Inside lay a small, l

eather roll un

that led to Charlton's master bathroom

It was Charlton. A physical therapist was in the

e. Her stomach twisted into a tight knot. She wanted to ki

She stared at the ceiling and began to mentally map out the neurotoxin in his system.

from her pocket and wiped

room finally stopped. Sil

smile touched her lips. The Poole family. The