oe

ss. "Beckett, my hand, it hurts so much..." she whined, trying to pull away from hi

inger at me, shif

no idea what he was thinking or what he would do next. To him, I was probably nothing more th

gaze was fixed on my pale face. "Did she

uld speak, Babette shrieked, "I

e lit up as if she'd discovered gold. "Beckett! Look at her! Her neck... she was obvi

d the sharp, judgmental looks from my cowo

ressed a hand against the wall

rom cold fury to something much darker. T

ars streaming down her face now

d it was so cold, so full of murder,

was too terri

d a block of ice, clear and sharp, echoi

in the corridor was on us, wide with shock. I wa

rs on Babette's face, "you don't have t

shoving her away like

"Security," he said coldly. "Remove a woman n

ay, this woman is blacklisted from all Stallions properties a

ve what she was hearing. "No... Beckett,

ather is," Beckett cut her off,

rds appeared and grabb

? Beckett! You can't!" she screamed

fading down the hall, leaving beh

as electric. Everyone was looking at me now, not

from Babette's nail scratching me and the cramp

say something. Thank you. Or m

ck into his office, slamming the door behind him. As if

ed me and handed me a cup of hot water. "

d saw how pale and exhausted I looked. After everything tha

orcing a weak smile a

y. My thoughts kept drifting back to him. Why did Beckett help me? And why had he said, "Sh

s, too unpredictable. The less I had to do with him, the bette

esk rang. The display showed that the

umped into