the high heels s
he gripped the fabric of her silk robe, her knuck
was adjusting his expensive silk tie. His eyebrows were pulled togeth
the stairs, her robe flying behind her. She threw herself
ulled a lace handkerchief from her pocket an
shattered ceramic pieces. The sound was like bones grinding toge
n's eyes land
mach physically recoiled. The disgust in his eyes was raw and unfiltered. He did
pay you to manage my affairs, Leland.
lders shrinking. "Sir, I apolog
t Cordelia. "You just walked through the door and you are a
eck. Over her mother's shoulder, Hallie
n. She did not rush forward to explain. She did not drop to he
ped the blood off her right hand before it could drip onto
The veins in his neck bulged against his collar.
ches from Cordelia, towering over her. He po
st her face. "This is the Fitzpatrick estate. I wi
exact same shade as Alton's-locked onto his. There was
e was high and childish, but h
park to throw heavy cups at pe
The question sliced stra
lunged into a suf
or-sharp articulation. Then, the humiliation of being outsmarted by a sev
nce. "How dare you talk back to your
und. She looked at the two adults standing in front of he
ed. She mentally deleted them. Th
cked her legs against the rug and screamed louder. "Mak
at Alton, her hands clutching Hallie. "
ng it. He opened his mouth to or
Thud
dark hallway leading to the east wing. Th
he room inst
rch of the family leaned heavily on a black ebony cane. His
tly dropped their shoulders
said, his voic
in a breath and shrank behind Antoi
r the broken cup, the spilled coffee, and finally landed o
ook away. She held
d the sides of her oversized, dirty T-shirt. She bent her knee
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