ediate assault on her senses-the thumping bass of the music, the dim, moody lighti

d. Her aura of cold fury was a tangible thing, cutting thr

d been right.

ces and curious stares. They landed, with pinpoint acc

was holding court, laughing loudly with Kyle and a few other sycophants. A blonde-one of Preston's usual distractions, a soci

n the polished concrete floor. She picked up a glass of amber liquid-whis

ted walking to

e freezing and cracking like thin ice. He scrambled to his feet, knockin

dismissive sneer, deliberately tightening he

irely on the other woman. She stopped directly in fr

sed the

whiskey over the blonde's perfectly styled hair. The cold li

nt, the music seemed to fade, and every eye in

The sound of her palm connecting with the woman's cheek wa

ach word a frozen dagger. She didn't bother looking at Preston, but her next words were

k, a mixture of shock and rage in her eyes. But she was sile

found his voice, his face a mask of fury and humili

ed her arm from his grasp, her eyes finally locking onto his. They were glacial. "

f her thumb,

nny but brutally clear, filled

t want her showing up la

e friends around him shifted uncomfortably, their

rry that mortician? I heard th

able, his face burning with sham

fund she unlocks, I wouldn't t

ed the recording. She looked at Preston, whose mouth w

announced, her voice ringin

t finished. Not until the Hayes fa

y. He swayed, barely able to stand, but his pride wouldn't let him stay down

stupid

, practiced motion. Her elbow shot backward, connecting solidly with his sola

he doubled over, clutching his stomach.He colla

ound of pure di

is shame. But if she walked away now, he would spin the story. He would tell everyone

d to control

was a dead weight, half-conscious, smelling of whiskey and self-pity. "You're

for them like she w

ports car. He collapsed into the passenger seat, a pathetic, drunken mes

t, precise wrist-lock tha

at her touch. She glanced at the whimpering man beside he

S. Destination

return the de