tly still in the ce
ahogany door. The silence
ched her own bottom lip. The skin was tender, stir and walked toward the mass
ghts. Cortney Meyers was probably in another penthouse right now, celebrating her stol
hort, harsh laugh.
irror. The soft LED lights illu
hrough her long hair, pulling it in long, rhythmic strokes until h
If she didn't, Cortney's inevitable mockery would becom
he door to the
signer outfits hung in perfect co
p dress. It was thin, clinging to her skin like water. She slippe
r shoulders. She deliberately pulled the left side down
ghtstand. A velvet jewelr
. The sudden, piercing pain grounded her, washing away the last dregs of her past-life trauma. She needed that sharp sting to keep her
to a pair of soft, s
rapped her hand around the freezing brass kno
ck, plush carpeting that swall
the layout of this massive estate perfectly. She turne
fe as she walked, casting long, distorted
ading down to the main foyer. She kept h
the low, mechanical hum of the central air c
wing, the faint sound of footsteps ec
flat against the wall, sliding into
water pitcher, walked past the inters
ck of oxygen. She waited until the maid disappeared
lowly, her br
tinued down the hall. Her eyes locked
ight bled out from underneath t
of the door. Her pulse
lightly. She relaxed her facial muscles, forcing an e
idn't
nst the door handle. She turn
raction of an inch, peering into the
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