st to the storm raging inside Ella. She sat stiffly in a plush armchair, wearing oversized sungl

"It's going to be fine. Just a minor p

er body was frayed. She leaned closer

heat against the cold dread in her stomach. "If he hadn't been so rough, so completely i

d of the hallway. One wore the crisp white coat of a doctor. The oth

is tracks. His hearing was excelle

into a thundercloud. The temperat

nudged his cousin with his elbow. "One star, huh?" he murmured, his eyes tw

rom Donovan was eno

to be over. I never want to see his face again. As if

skill, but she had just thrown the "old, ugly" rumor in his face.

e confirmed to Donovan. "Ella Long. Hymenoplasty with Dr. Miller." He looked up, his grin return

iberate stride forward, his expensive sh

She stopped talking, a prickle of

fr

Staring down at her, his face a mask of controlled fury,

he pointed a trembli

the chair. A slow, dangerous smile spread across h

that sent a shiver of pure terror down her spin

thing. The floor seemed to drop out from under her. Shame, white-hot

unfold with the detached amusement of a spectator at

from hers. His voice dropped to a whisper that was for her alone.

ainst her ear, and she

y. She shot to her feet, her chair scraping bac

her with an unnerving, proprietary assess

er voice trembling s

a physical touch. "Two hundred dollars doesn't begin to cover