scalp prickled. She forced her stiff legs to ste

Conrad," she whispere

gave a low "Hmm" and turned to h

t. The elevat

her lungs. Clara's stomach cramped. Cold sweat bro

oard members who drugged your drink at th

hard. Her legs buckled. Her heel twisted,

e cut to her. "Are you sick?" His v

p well. Low blood suga

ered on her pale f

inding metal. The elevator jer

ast night surged. Clara let out a s

and hooked around her waist. She was yan

t his jacket, nails digging

It's just a power failure." His voice was r

cked her back. She stopped

or kicked in. The

. The concealer had rubbed off against his suit. A

flash of memory-a woman cry

her hand over the mark, and shoved him

t the fifteenth floor. Sales

ed out wit

ack disappear. He slowly raised his right hand and

Julian's recent activiti

ge from the fifteenth floor of the Plaza last nig

lashed cold water on her face and stared at