tand. The deep claw marks gouged into the floorboards. The unconscious white tiger that was t

closer. Hurried footsteps. The

now, dripping with false concern. "I'm so worried ab

. Then the sound of an electr

p, let her hair fall across her face in tangled

or bur

eyes. She flinched-genuinely-and curl

e cut through the chaos, sharp with t

k. The glint of triumph barely hidden in her eyes. And behind her, a pack of journalists f

me out as a broken whisper. She let the

extended like a weapon. "Princess Shields,

rror. She shook her head mutely, her gaze darting to the unconscious tiger

r reporter muttered, his camera clicking

dripping with false sympathy. "Georgia has been... obsessed with

tallized in her chest. There it was. The knife, slipped n

hugging her knees to her chest. Let them sp

tread of military boot

His eyes swept the room-the wreckage, the reporters, the weepi

ils con

e said, his voice l

an, her voice honeyed, "sure

id ge

as if pushed by an invisible hand. Meredith's face went pale, then flushed with fury, but

ve for Georgia's ragged breathing and the deep

ixed on Georgia. "Wha

tretch, let him see the bruises forming on her arms, the

hispered finally. "

m the darkening bruise-the unmis

lence between them was a liv

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