still danced in the veins beneath her skin, forcing a second heartbeat upon her. Not a syllable she had thrown at that corporate thug had been
vines brushing her arms like soft reassurances. Inside, the air was scente
ures adorning the walls. Her grandmother's face grinned back at her from an
sighed. "But I'm just
e of Mrs. James' tear-filled gratitude. The woman had gripped her tight as if she were a lifeline
oman do against a corp
a knock at
to see: Grayson Wolfe, his suit jacket thrown casually over his arm with his sleeves rolled up, his gaze untranslatable. He belo
fway through the door. "Far away
nodded. "Ma
"Wherever you intend to threaten m
h swing, the garden overflowing with wild thyme
hat? Come to buy me off again?
to apo
into a moment
r sent those men to harass Mrs
t it is your project. Your name is on the
ed. Which is why I came. You were right to
for the bluff behind his eyes. If it
't tru
aylight fading toward the horizon. "But still, I want to talk about Wi
a long silence. Final
nutes,"
paused just inside, feeling the warmth of the house, seeing the rows of cer
ght up here,"
fate, my grandmother brought me up in thi
hoto near the stair
stand my ground, even when it h
in the living room. Lila didn't
change anything. People are scared. You're pushing them out of homes they've been living i
resting his elbows on his knees. "Project X is more than a development. "It is a strategic operation,
have onl
h, please,
oesn't just run on mere commerce but commercializes the predictive behavior of patterned
s no wonder why you want that place. Willow's Corner is n
how invest
're looking throu
time, he let himself be unguarded. "
she admits. "But
led the air, thick
said, "You're unlike
ring," she
as not an expression of a
en he
ila couldn't
the glass. Her thoughts raced madly in circle about Grayson, a
stirred faintly: of how this land once held greatness as sacred, l
particles floated in the air as the door shut behind her,
ist, looked over his eyeglasses. "Are
k we need to remember what we're fig