king ripped Chloe from t

Knock

scent of fresh lilies. The feel of soft, high-thread-count sil

ed her e

own molding. She sat up with a jolt, her hands flying to her chest. There was no

ime, followed by a voice. A sickeningly sweet

awake? We're run

June

ying, surged through her veins like a jolt of electricity. Her heart hamm

was a vision of sisterly concern, her face a perfect mask of

had last seen on the tablet screen was gone, replaced by the familiar, f

aw her own reflection: younger, healthier, her face free of the

ured sympathy. "You can't be having second thoughts now, Chloe," she said,

like a physical blo

d marriage. The powerful, reclusive C

er wedding day. He

her to jilt Damian at the altar, to run away with Braden, sett

d been

the past, on the single m

old, terrifying clarity. A sense of purpose so

a monster, Chloe. A cripple in a wheelchair. Everyone knows what happened to his l

or you," she coaxed. "He loves you. He has a car waiting downstair

like a lifeline. She had believed June was her sa

for Chloe to self-destruct. The touch of June's hand on her arm felt like a vi

surprised by the sharp

f the bed. Her mind was racing, processing the miracle of

he Powell and Montgomery families. Running to Braden had made her an outcast, completel

here would b

here would b

n. "Don't be afraid, Chloe. It's the right thing to

mile touched her lips for the first time. It was an expression so

about to be rewritten. And