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down the long, unlit

shirt offered absolutely zero protec

black sky. The icy drops hit her eyelashes, blur

een-cracked phone out o

screen flickered violently before barely lighting

e anyt

the cold. She pressed call and lif

tly once before the

s car engine and the heavy bass of r

sy background, tinged with nervousness

eady. Her jaw didn't tremble once

music being shut off. The same voice spoke again, excited and eager. "It's me. Ca

lm. "I'm out. I'm waiting f

llowed by the jingling sound of keys being hastily grabbed. Carmel's voice wa

ocket, wrapped her arms tightly around her chest, and kept

Katharina stood by the floor-to-ceili

a in her hands, looking down at Ain

his arms tightly around her waist. He followed her l

t out a soft, innocent sigh. "Ainsley's just so st

s on herself. Manipulative girls like

cocoa, hiding the vicious triumph i

d give her a ride?" Katharina asked,

aist. "Absolutely not. I'm not letting someone

Ainsley reached th

, soaking her dark hair and plaster

e by the curb. Ainsley stepped back quickly, dodging the worst of the

nd blew a loud, trashy whistle at h

ankly at the fadi

treetlamp. The pale, sickly light washed over her bloodless face,

right xenon headlights suddenly ignited, teari

ached at high speed. The sound waves were so heavy

her eyes, trying to see through the

brightness of the headlights. A flash of deep,

dition Rolls-Royce Wraith slammed i

erfectly. The car stopped dead without spla

rogant, icy silver light under the streetlamp. It was

ognized the custom build. It was a vehicle that even his ow

f the Rolls-Royce slowly rolled

a man's jawline became visible

ld smell of expensive ink and old money drifted out of the cabi