ent and disuse. Anjanette lay on top of the duvet, starin

her eyes, she saw the plane going down. Th

one last time, to burn the bridge so th

nes she rarely wore because Adam preferred her in modest, elegant neutrals.

her body, highlighting c

e dark hallway to

ed the d

He had a towel wrapped low around his hips. His

he saw her. Hi

I was tir

rd. She moved with a slow, predatory grace that

ed out and placed her palm flat agains

ow and steady. No

n up at her face. He looked confu

you doing

s sternum. You said you were tired. B

wrist. His grip w

. You look despera

whispered. O

she do this better than me? Is that it? Or is it just

shove

e put his hands on her sho

the edge of the rug. She fell backward,

er. A heavy crystal flask of Chanel N

ntaneous-thick, flo

harp shard had sliced into the sole of her

ing hard. He didn't look co

r attention. It's disgusting, Anjanet

n in her foot was sharp and groundi

rted to

rose to a chilling sound that

self up. She ignored the glass biti

wing around her like armor. Blood lef

ed him i

you,

he asked

ing thi

every step sent a fresh spike of agony up her leg, a pain

ments precise and detached. She pulled the largest glass shard out of her foot with tweezers, watching the blood flow into the drain with a st

battered suitcase. It was the one she had brou

d it. It

n't be f