Sweet Revenge Of The Stolen Heiress

in the corner

moment - this basement was the place she had known longest in all her memory. Her small body carried the weight of a childhood no child sh

ore her, his expressio

shut h

nside her chest, its rhythm stuttering - one beat,

, the basemen

d. Then the image lurched violently sideways: a man and a woman, kneeling in a vast and sterile room. The woman was tearing at her own hair, releasing

from this life -

ieve Barrett. H

of bright futures, slowly destroy themselves and the entire B

et pressed down on her chest, heav

world w

lace. Time itself seemed to hold its breath. The s

ment. He wore a simple white suit, and a

rom his mouth. It resonated directly inside her skull. "I am The C

unable to move, but

ed. He stepped closer. The air around him smelled of ozone and rain-soaked earth. "Y

in her mind. She did not want to die here. She di

and and took hold of The Ch

tring of words that soun

g out the cold. Her body steadied, her breathing deepened, and the persistent ache that had liv

napped back

arm swun

lue sparks crackling from the socket. The temperature in the basement plummeted. Enoch exha

own toward

stoo

rembling. She stood perfectly straight, and she lifted her eyes to loo

ll brown, now burned with a fain

floor, utterly unresponsive. Cold sweat broke out along the back of his neck, and his heart slammed

lurched backward, his boot catching the edge of a metal water bucket i

lood. She looked at this large, frightened man, and for the first time she found

ack clouds rolled in at an unnatural speed, swallowing the sunlight whole. A low rumble of thunder