er

ds versus Montreal.

at the Ashford Hotel, my back agai

lbow. By five, my shoulder. Now they were climbing my neck, and ever

erturned. The glass coffee table was i

light in my eyes. The Ironclads' team physician. One of three people aliv

y-one

esterday? The lin

y were ne

ked my pulse again. T

s, the flushing. This isn't just a flare."

hip on instinct. "Who? Nobody's

the flare worse. Much worse." Noah grabbed his bag. "Where

d. "Her driver say

d get her yourself. I'm getting the sedativ

shut be

n the corner. The pregame show was on, muted. A graphic flashed under the

wrong with me, my career was over. T

n't make it p

hirty

ssa

nd the Ashford smelled

rumpled suit hurried out of the shadows, clutchi

Sweating thr

ped out of the ca

handed over the cooler. "It's her. It's really

ed the bags and no

," Richard started

rned his head.

ney will be wired. If it do

ught his neck would snap, an

dow. "You heard

lie to us, Miss

ears ago." I stared at the cooler. "No

she's a blood b

de was a blood sample, a set of forged medical records with my name

, the Thorne

in the owner's box. A nobody figure skater from a trailer

im alive. That's what he believ

eezer full of it, drawn from his own daughter when she wa

, the free

sleeve and slid the needle into the inside of my wrist. I didn't even

at," my bodyguard said quietly. "He

, I've been the woman who saves him. Starting tonight,

e. He holds my waist for the cameras a

eart. Men send me ro

has never once looked

ut of the car, gazing up at the

that c

yker Thorn