tlefield at the press

he reporters' crossfire. Their voices were hoars

nothing to do w

o Jacob's villa, i

lights, but it was desolate a

nd stepped into the living room

s actual

lack silk robe. The collar was slightly open

arp features softened a little, though h

table. Its screen was showing a replay of m

d fixed on the screen, and hi

I ans

ure what el

etween us was

elter, and I pro

t, there w

stairs and maintain a

oice came fro

and turne

His gaze settled on me, scru

recise scanner, leavin

e he

short moment bef

an insurmountable mountain. He exud

r hand," he

at he meant, but I sti

reached out and

he touch sparked a faint

y wrist, scratched by a reporter's came

earlier when pushing

he cut and fro

d kit landed on

go of me. His gaze was turned back to the la

stun

but he was making the m

eld my tombstone, had he been

eart softened

ou," I w

creen carved shadows across his profil

a cotton swab and disinfectant, and

disinfectant made

t came from above me.

met his faintl

nd gripped my wrist firmly with the othe

were light and

as he bent over my hand. He was focused as i

skipped

go of me and tossed the

e mess at the Oliver Group?" Hi

said, looking at him. "I want every

ilence settled over the

tion was over, I heard him pic

bout Brenna today. By tomorrow morning, I don't want their names appearing anywh

trembled