ary of old leather, polished wood, and the faint, comforting smell of books. Dr. Finch, a man i

enuine, profound respect that bordered on r

im, her tone softening sl

t hesitation. "You saved my l

biochemistry," she stated. "And I need top-level access

it done. Your credentials will be uni

n as po

arranged b

g. Her stepsister was in the foyer, her arm in a sling, complaining loudly to

balling into a fist. "You monster!" S

She applied a small amount of pressure, an

said coolly, looking at Melanie's go

child. Harrison appeared at the top of the stairs, his face thunderous. "Ivy!

em all as if they were nothing m

ooking the city, Arthur Sullivan

out of high school. Spent the last few years bouncing around Europe, working o

of a sullen-looking teenager. It looked nothing like the woman at the cliff, the woman with eyes that he

work as a waitress. She's either a former operative, or she's something even more dangerous." He paused, his fingers tracing the edge of the tab

xpression grim. "I'l

s marriage. It was a means to an end, a way to solidify the mer

tudent. It was also where Jeffrey Davenport sat on the board of truste

pair of earbuds, drowning them out. She had established her dominance in this house. They would leave her alone

ter, and the first pieces of her ga

her touch, the impossible warmth that had quieted the storm inside him-and the cold certainty

ys, she would