a Hay
oor apartment smelled heavily of
l sofa, her muddy shoes resting on the coffee table, while Billy Tucker lean
hallway, his lean frame leaning h
und the handle, his jaw set
en?" Martha barked, struggl
sal. He bought a two-carat ring, Se
th a loud click, sliding a velv
Serena," he sneered
archivist and a crippled brother are
us, planting his cane f
ly. Touch my sister, and I'll
Declan's shoulder wit
e, before you bre
his breath catching in pai
outed, dropping my bag and stepp
it, little girl?" Billy smi
long to
" I said, my voice droppin
t of my coat and pulled out th
riage certificate onto the coffe
ready m
into absolute, su
ll open, her doub
down to the gold-embossed se
e document from the table, his
lly's voice cracked int
-ass night driver who lives in a shack out
aten my family," I replied coldly
ld. You touch this apartment, you touch my brother, or you come near my shop again, and my h
pointing a shaking, pu
tect you? He doesn't have two dimes to rub together! You'll starve out in
, pointing toward
of you
f the paper before throwi
pretty boy driver can't watch
so hard the framed print of the Pa
faded down the stairw
the sofa, letting out a
pping his cane to pull
do?" he whispered, his
ruin your life to
pocket and pulled out a battered enve
patch work. Take it. Get a motel room. D
ack into his hands, blinking a
erapy starts next week. Julian is... safe. He's quiet. He on
Sincl
rked in the shadowed alley across from
steadily againsturn on t
n't n
loor apartment, every word, every rustle of fabric, and
thud of Billy Tucker's hea
llic click of hinap of Serena's voice as she slammed t
ten beats per minute-racing with pure a
twice her size, armed with nothing more t
ned around the wo
beneath my grip wi
thrum resonated deep w
arth, I had seen mortals cower, bargain, weep
er rain, whose fragile throat I could snap with the flick of two fingers
yesterday's cut drifted through the
icted in a viole
tear through the floorboards, drag her out into the w
to lock until the predator insi
urmured, the words turning to v
y mortal
ary lega
ing
ite phone from my breast poc
ven's chief legal proxy,
rd Sin
id, my voice dropping into the
ir commercial
re subsidiary in
Billy Tucker sets foot near the Hayes workshop again, ensure he
ndled immediat
third-floor window just as Se
e to colle
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