scared anymore - it was that her fear had peaked and turned into a col

in, she twisted her head violently

etallic taste of blood flooding her mouth. The t

ed him. His grip on her loose

knee up, hard,

ed not with retreat, but with a more dangerous fire of rage and conquest.

complex array of buttons a symbol of her hopelessness. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, and e

uld have imagined. His hand sho

uel smile touched his

d on the gift box on the console table - solid wood, hea

t with all her might at th

x connected with the back of his hand with a sickening crunc

ed the electronic lock. Her eyes landed on the sma

nked i

shattered the silence, shrie

noise and the drug's effects felt lik

toward the floor-to-ceiling windows on the other side of the room. She didn't know why she ran that way. M

jump. A knot of ice formed in

from a side table. She spun around to face

ute. Her hand holding the statue was shaking, but she did

uld hear the frantic pounding of fee

. For the first time, he truly looked at her-disheveled,

er at her, his vo

rememb

f the bookshelf that was a hidden door,

and the sound of security slamming against the door pulled her back to reality. She lowered the

uite door burst open. The

scene: Cailin, clothes in tatters,

ers, clattering onto the marble floor

hing. She just clutched the torn pieces of her uniform to her chest. She didn't want to say a word. She just wanted to disappear. She k