t out a low roar as the heavy vehicl

ched his hand free from his brother's grip and sh

ripped his left foot over his right less than two feet from

. The tires screeched against the asphalt

steady against his chest. His gray-blue ey

ell are yo

he driver's forehea

o stage an accident... no, he f

his long legs, and walked to the front of the hood, l

brown eyes crashed straight into Bart

version of his own yet carried a trace of Astrid

is temper. Instead, he bent down slight

you h

ty tone, "Mister, your car is way too big. It sc

staring at the boy outside. She blinked her big eyes curiously and

aughn's knee where the skin was broken. H

le hand cut between them and yan

ifting his pitch-black eyes-identical to

off amidst the rushing airport traffic, th

ttle boy, Bartholomew felt a strong

his brother's trousers and s

p your drive

harp breath. In all of New York, no one had e

ot angry, he raised an eye

is you

gh and grabbed Devaughn's

t deserve

ooked back over his shoulder an

one-faced

rtholomew raised a hand to stop his men, his dark ga

lit second just now, he had actually felt the

lie clapped her sma

her is so cool! K

ruffled his daughter's hair, though hi

ckground check o

ly as he got into

m clothes, they must be young mast

at a jog until they reached the pile of

. Spottting them, she hurried over,

off to? Do you have any

hed to a pitiful expressio

ople in the restroom. We had

e, her anger melted into distress. She sq

is happen?

without blin

curb. I already b

peeled off the wrapper, and pressed it ge

time. New York isn't

in front of the curb. The window rolled down, r

ed through the tinted glass one last time toward the lane where the str