gainst the piercing glare. She thought it was a truck, m
s. It slowed to a purring
Ecstasy, gleamed under the streetlights, but unlike the ostentatious Villarreal fleet, this
Then a third. A fourth. It was a
even get there. A man in a grey suit sprinted out into the rain. H
sel
man she had only seen in b
o a crushing embrace. He smelled of old tobacco
She wrapped her arms around both of them, sandwi
er hair to her skull, mud streaked acros
rs of the sec
posing. They moved with a preda
n-and his face darkened with a rage that could burn cities. He took off his
oice low and dangerous. He look
ked over to her broken suitcase. He looked at it with disdain,
cket and gently dabbed the mud from her forehead. His eyes were red-rimmed. "We have a pentho
rom a childhood she
said, guiding her toward the
erent world. The air was climate-controlled to a perfect sevent
nd so tight her rings dug into Giselle's s
" Silas said from the jump seat. "We'
st the start," he said. "Ten percent of Hines Gl
were staggering. In the span of five minutes,
voice crack
king. "The Woods family... they hid you well. But we found
ing away from the curb, Giselle l
houette of the Villarreal manor. It looked
relieved to be rid of the "fraud." He had no idea. He thought he
the window. He saw the red tailligh
sistant, entered the
urning around. "W
ns, the bus depots. Nothing. Her signal just... vanished. It's
e's hiding," he muttered. "She'll turn up in some
of a defeated woman. It was the look of someone who had nothing left to lose. And that convoy... he hadn't seen the lo
cocoa. The warmth spread through her chest.
cried in the
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