t did little to clear the fog in her head. She didn't go back to the small apartme

city's hum quieted to a low thrum. She sat there all night, one hand protectively covering her stomach, the other

A number she didn't recognize. She almost ig

said. "My name is Arthur Vance. I am

atriarch of the Harris emp

later, she was sitting in a plush leather armchair in a quiet,

lver hair and eyes as sharp and stormy as his grandson's. He look

is voice surprisingly gentle. "Eliot is not the man for you.

ot's cruelty. It was a confirmation from an outsid

able. "Five million dollars," he said softly. "Leave New York

n dollars. The price of her love, her heartbreak, her unborn child.

r, but she swallowed it down. Sh

she said, her voice clear and steady. "B

ld man a small, respectful bow and walked away. She

he place felt alien now, cold and impersonal. She moved through the rooms like a

books, and most importantly, her collection of vintage cameras.

he townhouse. She paused, her hand hovering for a moment, the

paint was peeling in one corner, and the view was of a brick wall, but as the door closed behind her,

until her assistant,

panic. "Sterling Gallery just called. They're terminati

rt stopped.

y! Just 'unforese

ptop already open on her knees. As the W

orm you that we will be moving in

ue to scheduling conflicts, we

Every magazine. Every single project she had li

gone," Lina sobbed over the phone. "Everythin

blood in her veins turned to ice. Are

her mind, no longer a

led through her contacts. She found

ce, then d

is time, it went st

block

hing. This wasn't a warning. This was a declaration of war. A war waged by a god against an ant. Her small

ck the rising tide of panic. She thought of the

t but controlled. "Don't panic. I'll handle th

Crying wouldn't help. Hiding wouldn't

e keyboard, typing a new a

poration H

to look him in the eye and

d a crisp white blouse. As she dressed, the grief and heartbreak in her eyes s