glass scraping against concrete. "Chloe? My God, you look... rough." Her eyes raked over Chlo
volatile cocktail of fear and anger. "You're ali
touched Chloe's li
ward, positioning himself slightly in front of his mother. He looked up at Pres
mean to my mommy?" he asked,
imple and direct,
nd who is this? The bastard child? I told
's face cracked, a flash of protective fury blazing in
tone perfectly matter-of-fact. "My mommy was married when I was born. So logical
Sienna momentarily speechless, her m
e saw a faint, fleeting resemblance in the boy's features-the shape of his j
waste your breath on them, sweetie," she said, her voice dripping with
er than any shout could have. It was a dismissal
osure shattering. She lunged forward, her hand raised, palm
ossibly swift and precise, she caught Sienna's wrist i
rength in Chloe's slender hand was unreal. It
ip of ice, "I was strapped to a bed, too weak to fight back." She squeezed
enna's hand away. The force was enough to make Sie
ntion. A pair of airport security guard
tened the sleeve of her turtleneck, her com
ing. "You think you can just show up like this and
oking him directly in the eye. The hatred in her gaze was s
carrying the weight of a death sentence, "is
ah tugged on her hand, a mi
" he whispered, just loud enough
ly sculpted eyebrow. "
they're ugly." He then stuck his tongue
uch a heavy threat, was so bizarrely incongru
the sound of her amusement the final, ultimate insult. She was no longer their
, enraged Sienna and a deeply, profoundly unsettled Preston in their wake. The ghost they had creat
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