fe on the NYU campus. A heavy Macroeconomics textbook lay op

etween them had kept her awake until dawn. Her dark circle

cafe, holding two iced lattes. She slammed into the chair acro

hissed, shoving her smartphone acro

her heavy eyes

screen, the blood drained from he

s Fowler rushing out of an exclusive lounge. The second showed Brandon Dalt

letters: Wall Street Titan's Midnight Re

kgrounds. An "anonymous insider" claimed Holmes ha

ke a physical slap

the exact same car that had hunted her down in Brooklyn last night.

h violentl

ee clipped the edge of the table. The iced latte tipped ove

ins. "Alex! What's wrong? You loo

nd over her mouth, grabbed her canvas tote bag, and

t the thick trunk of an oak tree in a quiet corner of Was

sliced through

he rush to leave the lounge. It a

was just the dirty secret. The cheap, disposable bo

of glass beads shattered against the dead leaves at her feet. Sh

ne vibrated viole

p the shadows. H

e of safety. Now, it looked like a death sentence. Her

s relentless, demanding, forc

wiped the wetness from her cheeks. A

humb down and swi

the park was deafening. In two years, it was

er button and swiped to power off. The screen went

e made a silent vow to herself. She would

irt off her jeans. Her spine strai

s dorms. Karyme was pacing t

okay?" Karyme

up into a grotesque, plastic smile. "

her chest, Alexia looked Karyme dead in the eye. "You know t

vative, quiet girl. But Karyme quickly recovered, clapping her

lt like a block of ice. She was going to use the most