ace was pale with panic. "Finnegan, I'm sorry. She just mov

's face, looking right over Kendel

sn't she?" Finnegan asked, his tone casua

old. The defiance in her posture crumbled, replaced by a r

no place for Eleanor's daughter. The air is...unclean." His eyes held hers, and she

ling on Kendell. "I'm taking her home."

dumbfounded. "

but it carried the weight of billion-dollar deals and ru

de versus the very real threat Finnegan posed to his family's business interests. The

word 'betrayal' felt inadequate. It was a cold, hard

shaking with rage. "I'm no

pped, his own humiliation makin

rld, in this family, she was nothing. A piece

ng toward the door with an air of moc

d. But instead of walking toward the door with him, she deliberately shou

lked, fast, out of the VIP room and into

to calm the fire in her veins. She glan

lly ran down the stairs, ignoring the curious looks from other patrons. The tw

ss revolving door and burst out

cough seized her, doubling her over. Her chest tightened i

r inhaler. Her fingers met keys, a wallet, a tube of

forcing herself to breathe slowly, and started walking quickly down t

engine purr, a sound that was too s

ed her he

lub's private garage, its headlights cutting t