go to the

and practically ran from the table. She felt Fielding's eye

pty. She locked herself in the handicap stall-the bigg

, three.

Nathan. Sweet, safe, boring Nathan. He loved her. He didn't look at her

enup... it was just paper. It was supposed to

a suggestion to the Hancock family. The

uining her concealer, but she didn't care. She couldn't go back to that table.

e exit near the Egyptian Art wing and take the su

ned the bat

muffled here, a distant thumping bass. The corridor was

ding them in one hand, she walked barefoot on the

ned the

stop

middle of the hallway. It was

her. He was looking at a painting of a storm

ble sense of direction," he

step back. "M

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he chair spun around with mech

bulk, metal and leather framing his broad shoulders. He took

out the service entrance

ng. I'm go

otor hummed. "Does he satisfy you, Essence? Doe

at. "He doesn't treat me

sence backed up until her shoulder blades hit

e drove the footrest of the chair until it pressed painfully against her shins, pi

o invade her air, his hands still grippin

ay house with?" His voice was a growl. "You think I craw

Essence cried. "Yo

g enough to protect you. Instead, you ran. You let them strip you of your

urvivor,

other hand and grabbed her left wrist. His grip was iron. He lift

e it

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an't m

r wrist. He leaned back in his chair. The violence i

softly. "You'll take it off yourself

re in

It drifted over her face, smelling of tobacco and danger. "Go home, E

k. The chair reverse

, Mrs. H

at agreement was never fi

iled. "Are you s