Shattered Bonds: The Reborn Heiress Strikes Back

Open th

against her spine

th harsh chemical cleaners, inside the Ritz-Carlton restroom. Her hands flew to her throat. There was no blood. There was no crushing we

. The skin was smooth, unmarred by the defensive wounds that had

ling. Don't

. Acid clawed up her throat. Her body remembered the trauma even if the timeline had reset. She pressed her thumb hard into the

door. Bradyn pushed. The door rattled but didn't open. A

t hammered against her ribs so hard she thought it

ion grate sat flush against the ceiling. Next to the sinks, a

violently. He was adjusting his cuffs-she could hear the familiar cl

into the stall, the wooden legs scraping against the floor. Every sound felt like a gunshot. She climbed onto t

everage her own joints to escape restraints. She applied that same brutal force now.

loose with a ha

pen. The cleaning cart crashed against the marble si

an embarrass me?

g the stall doors

pward. Her silk dress caught on a jagged screw, ripping a massive gash up her thigh. She didn't care.

eath, freezing

of curses and kicked the porcelain toilet bowl so hard the water sloshed

oated her throat, triggering an intense biological urge to cough. She bit down on the b

ixed on the faint sliver of light ahead. She knew the layout of this hotel. If she crawled toward the rear, she would end up

way. Peering through the slats, she saw thick

ftly onto the carpet. Eloise squeezed her

sickening pop. Pain shot up her leg, sharp and blinding. She

ors. No one leaves ear

oed from the far end of the hall. H

e dragged herself toward a recessed alcove where the lighting didn't reach.

nto something soli

er lips. It wasn't a

, locking her in place. She was pulled flush against a hard body. The scen

the alcove. Eloise went entir

gentl

t was deep, lazy, and dripping with the kind of absolute, un

dead in their tracks. The fl

ies, sir. We were jus

here," the

ir. Rig

retreated in a

ely twisted her body, shoving her hands agains

't let go. Instead, it tighte

ew that face. Everyone in Washington knew that face. Arch Callahan. The second so

his lips. His dark eyes dragged over her bare feet, h

t?" he murmured, his voice thick with amusement.

reached out, her fingers wrapping tightly around his thick wrist, int