t of Chloe. Her eyes, cold and hard, raked over her. "You have the audacity

pmother with those empty, unnerving eyes. The

ac

ck Chloe's cheek, snapping her head to the side. A red handprint immediately b

back to face Helena. There was no hatred in her gaze, only the detached curiosity of a

ion?" A stern voice cu

maculate business suit. He took in the scene-Victoria sobbing, Chloe looking

os, Chloe?" he said, his voice laced with ice. "And con

's not well. She accused me of trying to kill her, and then... then she threw herself against the table! She's hurting herself to

ven colder. That was a scandal. A messy, publi

y with disappointment. "Chloe, if this is some

tire family, her judge and

e touched Chloe's lips. It was

rasp, but it carried to every corner of the r

on't expect us to believe you were pushe

g as if they'd confirmed an impor

hostile stares, she began to

" Wyatt barked, his face flushin

slowly, deliberately. She pulled the

sp sucked the a

her collarbone down her shoulder, embedded with dirt and gravel, the edges already inflamed. It was a wound that was d

series of deep scrapes and bruises consistent with being thr

flat and devoid of emotion. "

hite. She took an in

first time. He could tell the difference between a fresh, s

ilent, brutal testimony of her wounds spoke of

e stared at the injuries, her eyes wide

n shattered by the one thing they couldn't deny: the