vember storm, fat drops hammering against the bulletproof
pressed one finger against the back of her hand
he'd given her on stage. His gaze traveled from her face to her throat to where the
r what you did in there. But I n
on the center console. The partition between front and b
ught her wrist. His grip was iron. The partit
locks. Of course. She was in a car designed to protec
e silk made a whispering sou
on't have money.
e leaned forward. His hand closed around the back of her neck, pulling her toward him until their foreheads nearly touched. "I
f her cheek until she tasted blood. She wo
touch was almost gentle. It terrifie
murmured. "Good. Fear
as a taxi cut across their lane. The momentum threw Corne
sa m
possessed. Her other hand found the window controls. The glass began t
found the door handle. The lock had disengaged with the window. Sh
r flats slipping on the slick pavement, her lungs burning. The lights of Times Square blazed ahead. Crow
n. Cornell Knight watched her disappear into the neon and the chaos, water
smi
phone and dialed a
ery building she's lived in. Every school she attended. Every person she's ever loved.
s fingers closed around something on the leather. A
it to his fac
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