Her Sacrifice, His Blind Hatred

er, a new comm

r Harlow to the Starlight

did as she was told. She found Harlow in a

he gown. "Here yo

anting nothing more th

a chair in the corner. He

, her hear

tumbled over to her. It was Derrick Patel,

, his eyes roaming over her body. "August, my man,

ugust said you'd be happy to keep me company

st swirled the amber liquid in his glass, his face a cold, ind

rn. Her illness made her exquisitely sensitiv

abbing her arm and pulling her toward the bar. He s

Cora said, tryi

ng them. He grabbed her from behind, holding her

roat. She coughed, sputtering, the pain in

ting her like a toy. They passed her aro

oward August, a silent p

ction of a second, his expression unreadable, before t

roke the last sliver

, squeezing her waist, his fingers digging into

a silent, almost imperceptible warning. Pat

only chance

shoving her way through the laughing

stroom and collapsed in front

hiskey and bile burning her

rk against the white

ded in her chest. It felt as if h

ked up at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was paper-white, her clothes wer

. She stopped short, her eyes widening in s

s shaking too much to open the bottle. She finally managed to

ce to the pill bottle in her hand. A dar

mpathy. She walked over and put a hand on Cora's back. "You look t

t. Harlow led her to a small, private room

water," Harlow sa

water. She took out he

or you in the west lounge. She sa

strange heat spreading through her body. She had taken a sm

r creak

ous grin on his face. "I got your m

room, his eyes fix

ked, her voice sharp, hiding

"She invited me here," he said,

ice barely audible. She tried to stand,

r word, the door was thrown

doorway, his face