sence cutting through the tense atmosphere. The lead office

pinstripe suit, and was speaking in low tones with D

are you Chloe Sharp? We have a complai

idn't resist. She simply held out her hands. Her

k. The sound was final. The chill of the steel seemed to seep direct

moment her life

the door, she took on

to her. His entire world was focused on

ed Chloe's lips, a smile no on

e doorway, a weak voic

perfect portrait of "unbearable sadness." "Damien... ple

pillows. "You're too kind, Stella," he sai

low, severing the last, fraye

ne straight, her silhouette solitary and def

as she was led past, the sound a

rough the window, the name of the clinic, Sere

a temporary quiet settle

vated assault. Given her... condition," he said, nodding discreetly toward her belly, "

don't want to see her outside

ed. The room was now empty e

d, taking her uninjured hand

rs. "I just... I can't believe my o

eared in Damien's eye

then said he had to handle urgent busin

lity and sorrow dissolved from Stella's face.

and pulled out a hidden cel

eet, victorious purr. "Alan, it all went according to p

d. It was the clinic's director, Dr. Alan Foster. "We

bare hands right now. Oh, and are your people at the deten

ation. "Don't worry. Everything is arranged. She wil

ndow, her eyes gleaming with visions of a golden future, an