tant rumble of the city far below. Clementine stood in the center of the living room
sickness that made her head spin and her mouth water with the taste of bile. She had barely made it th
et of the dress. She blamed the smell of Gisela'
ething else entirely. A tiny cluster of cells dividing and
door sla
sound echoed through the
es were wild, burning with a frantic, dangerous energy. He had
he gala, and when he had finally answered her te
, still in her evening go
o talk," h
out and wrapped around her wrist. His grip was iron, his
voice tight. She tried to pull away, but his hand o
er nose. The screen was showing a gossip site. Pictures of her from
ook at the comments. 'Sad.' 'Vacant.' 'Like a doll with the s
stranger staring back at her from the screen. A slow,
tress next time," she said, her voice qu
he had ever talked back to him. The first time she
from cold to blazing. He stepped closer, his ches
h venom. "You are a name I bought. A prop
her hair, forcing her head back. His e
e saw you! She saw that cheap copy standing next to me, and she was dis
Two years of swallowing her pride, of biting her tongue, of smiling through the humiliation-
for another second. If she stayed, she would say things she couldn't take back. She would
ed up to the second floor. She just wanted to get away.
going?" Donovan roared be
ght up to her at the base of the stairs. His hand
urged again, stronger this time, making her vision
are you just jealous? Jealous that you'll never be half the woman Gisela
d out of her, replaced by a hollow, echoing emptiness. H
them. And then, cutting throug
tch. The sound wa
he bag. "Who is that? Who a
tine said, reaching for t
holding out his hand. "You'r
s her lifeline. Debby was the only person who knew th
trying to shield the phone
on the edge of
. A fraction of an in
d. For a terrifying second, she was suspended, her
but he was too slow. His fingers brushed th
ne fell
steps slamming into her back, her ribs, her skull. A blinding white light exploded behind her eye
of silk and broken limbs, until she l
The apartment was perfectly still. Even t
retched, his face a mask of frozen shock. The alcohol haze e
at. But he had caused it. He had
oved slowly, as if walking through water, his
is voice was a
r. Her eyes were closed. Her face was ashen, the makeup
eath the skirt of her silver gown. A wet, heav
oo
breaking. He reached out and touched her
ove. She did
for his phone, his hands shaking so badly he almost drop
1
ng pool of blood. He had seen blood before. He had caused
me in his life, Dono
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