rs clashing with the ruined elegance of the ballroom. They had guns

e!" a serge

icured finger at her. "She's violent! She at

he floor, sputtering. "S

he police. She walke

ignon sitting in a bucket of

. It was heavy,

e sweet spot on the bottom of the glass. She st

o

the room. Foam erup

alked over to where Chante

vering her face.

ted the

ruined hair, ran down her face, and mixed with the sewer water o

Chantelle's humiliated face to hers, and his expression har

low and dangerous, clearly directed

oom. Someone in the back lau

s face was purple. "You

bed him. "Back of

had handcuffs out. "Ma'am, turn

ttle. It rolled on the c

. She put her han

s-wrists that were still bruised from the

VIP b

landing on Cedric Mullen. He was no longer shielding C

ng. But he wasn

im-Harrison, his fixer. She s

oved her forwa

He was breathing hard,

er tugged her arm, but

he smelled his fear. It smelled

promise only he could understa

cell," he hissed.

g curve of her lips, and le

anked her tow

, but the street was slick and black. The flashing lig

were there. A

Edythe, o

ally flood

e about th

ly into the lens of the nearest camera. She wanted them to see t

e a martyr they

ross the street, Cedric Mullen w

Holden estate. The one your family's lawyers arranged for you to marry while you

her eyes. They were wild, but they

wife to unlock the fifty

felony... arson, assault... the board w

e screen. He tur

19th Precin

arview mirror. "Sir? You'

'm not going to bail her out, Har