hit Harper like a physical blow, the dry, oven-lik
aiting by a dark, armored Maybach, res
, coiled tight since New York, finally collapsed against the leather.
oothly out of the
as Strip flashed by, a blur of drunk tourists stumbling
hollow ache in her ches
rivate road leading into Summerlin, a hyper-exclusi
ront of a sprawling
ch for the brass knocker, th
, the ice clinking softly against the crystal. Her eyes
o a tight embrace. She smelled of expensi
pale face. "Did Howard finally push you
odded, the rigid posture she mainta
her lips. Wrapping an arm around Harper's should
a generous splash of vodka into a gl
lcohol burning a path do
everything, explaining the brutal terms of the
dropped
er said, her voice trembling slightly. "If I find
glass ceasing its swirling. A flash of genu
r. "Are you insane?" Fiona snapped. "Digging up
bag, pulled out the grainy photograph, a
I have. He's a cleaner. H
udied the blurry image. She shook her head slow
digging into her palms. "I'm
erate, stubborn eyes, letting ou
a safe zone. But yo
hattering porcelain echo
ace twisting in irritation. "That's Chloe.
on. "Talk to her. Keep her from destroying my
tely. It was a cheap
d Harper's bags down the ha
lked to the corkboard above the desk, pulled out a silver pu
the jet was slowly burning away, replaced by a cold, sharp survival instinct. She was no longer just Howard Bright's pawn, shrinking away from his threats. If she wanted to survive, if she wan

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