ana

n. There was only the throbbing pain i

g dragged, the cold tile

sher's frantic whisper. "What do w

ency. "No, Asher. She fell. It was an accident! But no one w

I'm not dead, but my eyelids were le

oaxed him. "Think about our future

fted. The familiar scent of Asher's cologne, now nauseat

blu

ar of a yacht's engine filled my ears

er. I saw the dim lights of the deck

my hands and feet bound with

r face held no trace of panic now

he said in a voice only I could hear, s

ords from my t

bout you. Your fake kindness, the way everyone always flocked to you.

"The great Miss Sloan? Starting today, everything y

ght. "The man... you

sher untouched, could I? I found the best. A night to rem

I couldn't believe he

gertip across my face with contempt. "Forget it. I left h

rds were a poisoned dagger, sh

trolled to the edge of the boat and wav

d me by the arms. I tried to struggle, but m

er of the Atlantic waited, an

e wind, a final judgment. "

nd, my body f