The Discarded Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

the gutter with your who

of the thick parchment scratched a raw, red line across her cheekbone. She didn't flinch. The stingi

e dead leaves, landing in the thick mud co

e drop in her body temperature, clawed at the wet dirt, desperately trying to piece together a small sketch of a daisy her late mother

ng pressure crus

d into Alycia's knuckles. The older woman l

arely audible over the roaring thunder

jagged breaths of freezing air. Before she could scream, two massive hands clamped down on her bi

. Her bare feet scraped a

know she's stealing it!" Alycia sc

her face. The metallic clang vibrated in her teeth.

ed across the rusted metal. She stared through the bars. Rolf turned his back to her, wrapping a thick arm

and stealing the last ounce of heat from her skin

-black highway. The fever she had been fighting for two days suddenly spiked. Her vision blurred, the edges of

light tore thro

l blow. The deafening screech of tires burn

e. Her musc

ch from her kneecaps. The sheer force of the displaced air and her own failing legs made her lose her balance. Sh

man in a sharp suit, holding a black

" C.J. yelled, his v

th her bleeding fingers and grabbed the wet fabric of C.

ar window of the Rolls-Royce rolle

uston looked like a statue carved from ice. His jaw was locked tight. His piercing blue eyes swept over the

ezing muscles to lift her head. Her lips parted, tr

He lifted his left wrist, his eyes droppi

e rain. It was a low, vibrating baritone that carried ab

ing in his hand. "Sir, she's

d was like a gunshot. "I said clear it. Throw her

oked down at Alycia, then back at th

urned hotter than her fever. She stared into that narrow gap

grabbed her under the arms and dragged her roughly

t smelled like expensive

slammed shut, plunging Alycia into absolute, suffocating da