e shoved his microphone forward again, the metal grille of it bumpi

o the cameras. "The one that died. Was it so embarra

ld went

e gray sky-it all faded away. The only thing that

wly, deliberately, she

ears or fear. They were blazing with a cold, murderous fu

was t

ers wrapping around his wrist

ollowed by a high-pitched scream of agony from the

camera from the shoulder of the man next to Mitch. She lift

usands-of-dollars piece of equipment onto the co

reporters scrambled backward, creating a circle of

eaving. She pointed a trembling finger at

ngerously low, "mention my child aga

car horn sounded fr

of the May

n a perfectly tailored dark suit, his presence an immediat

shuffled back, parting for him as if by royal decree. He was

, his gaze fixed on Cora, a physic

ity, men who moved with the deadly efficiency of former special forces, appeared from nowh

tall he blocked out the sky. He smelled of expensive

a gnawing emptiness in his chest. And here she was, radiating

his burning gaze without flinchin

ensitive skin below her ear. He pulled her forward, forcing her onto her toes,

?" he rasped, his voice a l

er lips. "Anywhere away fro

hands, Cora. Don't forget that." He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. "No

ed him that.

e cold smile on her face deepened,

ctly into his s

ady, each word a perfectly aimed dagger.