arrison stepped slowl

illuminated the sharp, unforgiving angles

ic had managed to pry Nora off his neck and was now simply holding

gent's voice came through. "Sir, we have a disturba

right hand, tapp

ordered, his voice a low, grave

age of her fluid, brutal kick and the dead, cold look in her eyes replay

pocket and pulled out a

ad picked it up off the carpet outside t

ver his heart. He turned and walked casually toward the

ter was runnin

sprinting barefoot across the thick w

er injuries

body weight to the side, dragging her bare shoulder

tely. The skin on her shoulder tore, leaving a

pped, making them look bloodshot and swollen. Tears streamed dow

Lady's Quarters, Hester deliberately broke her rhythm. She

vy oak doors saw the usually poised Stanton heiress stum

ropped their hands to t

st agent, grabbing his suit jacke

ng into a hysterical sob. "Take me to my

dio, barking an emergency code directly to

atured woman in a tailored suit, rushed out. The co

t and wrapped it tightly around Hester's shiveri

man's shirt, burying her face in her neck, playing the ro

ng Hester through the doors. She shot a lethal glare at the ag

anton was sitting on a French sofa, reviewing a

looke

nton family-dragged into the room looking like a br

clipped the coffee table. The hot tea spilled a

Hester's face, her eyes locking onto the swollen, red eyes,

rushed to

h-pitched with pure, unadulterated rage. "Who d

emory for Hester. She remembered how Elba had died trying to pr

down. The raw, gut-wrenching sound of her sobbing e

ardened. The ruthless, military blood of the Stant

East Wing," E

ing the tension build until it was unbearable. Then, she slowly

, her whole body violently flinching at t

cted. She stared at Hester, her brain re

into her aunt's skin. She delivered the ki

sobbed. "He said he was doing it for Trici