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hrough the pounding in Chloe Miller's head. She flinc

porcelain teacup held delicately in her perfectly manicured fingers. She smiled, but it did

ck of time." The lie felt thick and clumsy on her tongue. Her

Frances took a slow, deliberate sip of her tea. "S

skin, a desperate attempt to hide the evidence of a night she couldn't fully remember. A h

nst her ribs, a frantic

e empty space on the velvet sofa beside her

ough cement. The air in the room was heavy with the scent of lilies and unspok

th manufactured concern. "He called and called. He's had to fly t

ounting on seeing him, on confessing, on begging for hi

eacup down with a soft click. She leaned forward, her expensive perfum

g fingers were on her neck. With a swift, sharp

he room seem

k, angry-red mark. A kiss. A bite. A brand of her betrayal,

ask dissolved, revealing a face contorted with cold,

t; it ceased to function entirely for a terrifyi

something filthy. She rose to her f

are," she hissed, her

of elegant, cream-colored cards lay. The wedding invitat

e looked at Chloe, a crue

to tear it in half. The sound of ripping ca

nother. An

d to the floor, landing around Chlo

ded invitation. "I told him you were nothing but a cheap little social c

ce trembling. "It wasn't... I

a fool? You walk in here at dawn, reeking of a stranger's cologne, with

scraps toward Chloe. "You have broug

ame phrase her grandmother had used for years, a curse branded onto her

The long-held belief, the one she fought against every da

the desk and pressed a button. "Alf

of professional neutrality, but Chloe saw a flick

ffective immediately," Frances announced, her voice ringing with authority. "Pleas

to Chloe, a final, dism

miliation, hot and acidic, rose in her throat, choking her. She w

umsy and uncoordinated. She staggered to her

wist of the knife. "He's been instructed not to take your call

ctly executed ambush.

ed her, sharp and clear. "And Alfred, make sure none of her cheap t

into a near run, desperate to escape the suffocating

pulled one open. The cold morning air

n't bear to see the look of vic

ith a heavy, final thud. It was th