Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress

pped directly into her path. His chest was adorned wit

uffed boots and faded t-sh

d resting conspicuously on his heavy leather duty belt. "Or if you're looking for autogr

e guard's condescending sneer with a look so sh

ice dropping into a flat, icy cadence that cut through the street noise. "Check your VIP regi

absence of fear in her stance. He muttered a curse, reached for

d-curdling scream erupted from

d, Spencer! Som

the glass, Alison saw chaos unfolding

entral fountain. He was dressed in a tailored miniature blaz

bone-rattling convulsions. White foam bubbled at the corners o

taff panicked like headless chickens, shouting c

earance. She slipped past his bulky frame like

er bellowed, charging after h

dropping to her knees beside the convulsing child.

rregular. Skin: Bone dry and

icated by acute cerebral edema," A

y boiling alive. In three minutes, permanent br

frozen bellhop standing nearby. Her voice cracked through the cavernou

fied into obedience, and

o grab Alison's shoulder. "Get your hands

body with fluid efficiency. She didn't use brute strength

n, his knees buckling until he was forced t

slocate your shoulder," she

mediately! What do yo

oat bearing the embroidery Columbia University M

extbook Ivy League way, his j

jecting across the silent lobby. "The child is suffering an acute epileptic seizure! Touching him

mming two buckets of crushed i

acked the ice ruthlessly around the child's neck, armpits, and groin-tar

s for a neurological storm?! Are you completely uneducated?! This boy requires an immediate intravenous

aid, her voice chilling the room. "If you attempt to jam a needle into his arm right now,

blown wide, sluggish, failing to respo

is blood was pooling in his core, the pressure

the inner lining o

nap of her wrist, she unro

o to five inches in length, caught the light of the