The Syndicate's Ghost: Don's Forgotten Queen

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hmic, soft beep of a machine. My bed was soft, the shee

stirred, his face a carefully constructed mask of worry, but his eyes-

eaching for my hand. "My

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arrying a bouquet of lilies whose cl

h a sympathy so false it was an insult. "He never would hav

ing with a sick, twisted idea. "You know, maybe this is a blessing in disgui

room for argument. "I'm having the garden filled in. We'll build a pool. A new place

A new, exquisite

ing to speak. A small, silent rebel

the penthouse trickled in: Cody's fever persisted, a s

r was a man she called a "Master," a stooped figure with eyes clouded like mur

to cleanse the hou

ought back to the penthouse. Later, in the crushing si

echoing off the marble floors. "A restless spirit, tied to a death by

old. He was ta

pease the ghost, its earthly remains must be exhumed. The ashes must be sca

Butler, prepare a team. We

unched myself at her, a caged animal fighting

verish delirium. "The little boy... the

wide-eyed, theatrical terror. "Eli, please! You h

see the monstrous cruelty of what they were prop

hed face to my desperate o

the order. "D

ld me down. I screamed until my throat was raw as I watched them

family yacht. Eli held me in a brutal grip

hat contained all I had left of my son. With a triumphant smile, she

t of my strength, I threw myself over the railing

heard Kasey's phone ring. Her voice, fai

He's awake? O

rning sharply away from me, speeding bac

e in the o