Kobe's face, twisted with a rage he had nev

understood the chasm between being loved and not being loved. It wasn't a gap; it was

he ballroom fading into a dull hum. Someone eventually hel

a tight smil

ic. As she neared the valet station, she saw Kobe's car parke

voices, muffled

s saying, his voice rough wi

He was a horrible man. But your hand... and

dismissed, but his

me?" Felicie asked, her voi

nt. It was an answer more powerful than any words. It mean

ht air doing little to cool the fire i

ked on t

a mixture of guilt and surpri

said, his v

slid in. The air in the car w

pharmacy," Felicie instructed, h

In the dim light of the car, Delma watched in the rearview mirror as Felicie gently took Kobe's bruised

he window at the blurred city li

a deafening crunch of metal. The world spun as the ca

window with a sickening thud. Pain exploded behind her e

from a cut on his forehead, but he ignored it complet

, are you oka

s head in his lap.

isper, her voice weak. "Help.

euvered Felicie out of the wreckage, his focus absolute.

voice barely a croak. The smell

aking as he dialed for an ambulance, his eyes never leaving Felicie's pale fa

ugh Delma's pain. He was go

g pain in her leg and the throbbing in her head. She clawed at the

he managed to force the door open and pull her

ud whoosh, followed by a massive explosion. The force o

be's back as he knelt over Felicie, shielding her from the

iseptic smell of a hospital. A

"You've had a nasty concussion an

but a wave of dizzine

next room, his fiancée was also in the accident. He hasn't left her side. He's b

ld. The man in the n

hout a doubt who the n

crack. It was as if her chest had been filled with ice water, the cold so intense it