ent, but the air was h

Camisha was a guest. Now, she was a prisoner with privil

r later. He tossed a

r this. You will smile. You will play the lov

at the bag. "

tions about why a three-year-old

e. He was ge

in

was a stunning emeral

t it. "I can

? It's y

ackless

have a ni

a scar," sh

ned. "Sin

ee years a

digital breach that was miraculously patched by an anonymous remote user, and the subsequent fire in the physical server room, an event Isadora had

t said abruptly. H

lf a tube of industrial-strength concealer to hide the jagged, ugly sc

of red wine. Her cheek was still red from t

te," Isadora sneere

at the Met. Cameras flashed. Hart took Ca

" he mu

red carpet. Ca

re surrounded by board members. Felix

rked. "So good to see you

atical, Felix," Cam

a flicker of admiratio

behind them. She

he "tripped." A tray of red wi

id hit her sk

, her voice dripping with

Camisha's back aggressively. The wine act

e scar was revealed. It w

rowd

" Isadora whispered loud enough

red at t

sto

ish, desperate act. A beam had buckled. The woman pushing him out of the way. He had reached out and touched her

unblemished skin. Isadora, who claimed the re

Camisha, who had hidde

ou," Hart

cover her back with her arms.

art's voi

usly. "Hart, don't lo

fury in his eyes was terri

ha

tely. You let me believe the fire was incidental. You took cre

he had never shown before, he placed it over Camisha's

kissed her forehead. I

t addressed the staring crowd, h

a leaned against his chest. She could hea

he bigger secret-Leo-was