k and smothering. Aria couldn't take i

of rumor? About Leo? You know how people from families like the Hayeses can be..." She tried to

w violence crossed his face, but he crushed it down fast. His g

The frantic phone call. Tires screaming as h

r twisted around a tree, mangled almost past recognition. And Genevieve herself,

fled the scene. They caught him an hour later, reeking of cheap whiskey. The blood alcohol report, the eyewitness who saw h

eight of his own silent, burning rage. He had used the full force of

mbered seeing her for the first time a few days after the funeral, hovering outside his grandmother's hospital room

ms her way into his dying grandmother's attention, uses an old debt to force her way into his life, into his bed. A calculated, paras

burning revenge. He would keep her close, a prisoner in a gilde

the car window, watching the city lights smear past in the dark. He spoke to

but carrying a chilling vagueness that made

got out, she made one last, desperate attempt to reconnec

to go. The Bentley sped away, leaving her standing alone

made her way not to the master suite, but to the small, sparsely furnished room in a far wing of the hous

room and retched over the toilet, but nothing came up. She bla

wed and haunted. A weariness so deep it felt like it was settled in her bones

elly. She pressed a hand against the spot, a sud

ie... wasn't