descende

t Key, a man whose smile never reached

ling from Julian's

Mr. Henderson, his eyes glinting with a

before he abruptly stood and stormed out of t

et him see. Let him

way through his "winnings," Isabella left the club,

home, to wash him of

in the alley, hid

out, blocki

s voice tight with a rage she

asked, her voice flat, devoid

the alley, at the life he imagined sh

ld react, his

e narrow space as his palm

was imme

, his eyes blazing. "You cho

ek. The shock of the slap was quic

him dead

ously quiet. "You chose this for me. Eve

of anger and something else,

s mouth, the

alone once more in the darkness, the ec

ars were a luxury

d towards the bus stop, her mind already calcul