rs slid open with a s

oor. The thick wool carpet complete

tightly with hers as they wa

d directly in front of a massiv

palms were

on the dark web without blinking, but right

bed the solid gold door handle

ce paintings hung on the walls, screaming the a

old man with pure white hair slammed hi

orld, stared at Ainsley. His wrinkled hands shook vi

nd gold-rimmed glasses slammed his win

ofessor at Yale University, sta

d his arms to hug her, but his hands froze in m

face, seeing the exact

oked out, his voice

ice around Ainsley's

around her heart cracked just a little. A word she hadn't spoken in years felt fo

his arms tightly around her shoulders, burying

s cane. He placed his large,

nally home," Augustine

ck with heavy, e

y the door. His dark eyes never left

ually sat down

o bring out the most expensive dishes, t

e meal, Augustine

id a heavy, gold-stamped envelope

r," Augustine announced proudly. "You

elite, snobbish prep school on the Ea

wasting her time dealin

r mouth to re

Hill picked up his wine

ts and security here in Washington," Hill stated. His voice was perfectly

room went d

hesitant to hand his newly found da

culating the sheer political power and ambition ra

ne nodded his h

toward Hill. Her eyes b

son, and this man was casual

ing, but the sheer weight and heat of his palm was an undeniable command. He squeezed gently once, a silent, uny

es. The silent warning was c

o violently yan

ompletely immobilizing her wrist while keep

ng under the table. He smiled and ra

pick up her juice gl

stal, realizing with a cold dread that her enti