Broken Promises, A Vengeful Heart Returns
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he phone, my voice tight with a rage th
o kill the story on a few of the smaller blogs, Anya, but the maj
aration of war. A public accusation this vile was the perfect pretext for the FBI to launch a
. "Anya... it' s him. Agent Walter. He' s here with a special
headlines was barely dry, and
ant?" I asked, my vo
perate, he' ll get an emergenc
my skirt. I would not let him see me c
its a stark contrast to the opulent decor of the club. Kaiden stood in the center of the
s voice devoid of any warmth.
nt Walter?" I asked, my ey
overdue. Here, or somewhere more private?" He glan
he' d used a lifetime ago, offering
through gritted t
uld barely breathe. He didn' t take me to the federal building. Instead, he drove to the outskirts of the city, to a desolate, abandoned pier that had
oken only by the sound of waves l
the source of those news stor
te a smear campaign to destroy my reputation,
me, his blue eyes intense, "I will halt the
"Since when does the grea
g in his jaw. "Kendal arranged for the stories to be pub
he was covering for her crimes. All of this, for her. I felt a familiar col
what if I don' t?" I whispered, the words a threat. "What
ffing, but the possibility, however
lf-destructive, but I didn' t care anymore. If he was going to burn my world to the ground, I wanted to fee
lowed by a familiar, predatory gleam. "You
leaning closer. "It' s a final, crazy request. Let
rd, he lunged across the console, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling my face to his.
her seat. The moonlight that filtered through the grimy windshield was col
changed into a fresh set of clothes, trying to erase the scent of him
st in again, her eyes wide with panic. "Anya... she' s
en. Kendal stood there, dressed in a pristine
and, without a word, slapp
d to the side, my cheek stinging, th
held up her left hand, the diamond on her engagement ring flas
ertips came away red. "I don' t want him, Kendal," I
nails digging into my skin. "Don' t you lie to me! I know