udden, aggressi

t as Eleonore and Bradle

leather portfolio direct

," Cherie said, her voice dripping with v

nt. People leaned in, waiting to see

at Cherie, but Eleonore reached

into Kierra's skin, a

io. The leather was warm

to the first page. It was a ske

the drawing for e

completely different. The shyness

realized where she was. She couldn't expose her expertise here. Not yet. She lowered her voice to a barely audible whisper, l

, standing aggressively close, caught the

her voice piercing the quiet room. "Did

real confrontation brewing. A few guests

closed the book, making sure not to make a sound. She

y, her voice calm and entirely devoid of the sharp edge from a moment ago. "The m

the bait. She refuse

, turning back to their champagne, dismissing Eleonore as

book back. Her chest

ushed her way through the crowd, p

, piercing whistle. B

ll velvet clutch to grab a ti

gers into the b

. Her stoma

sketching p

eeded that pen. She patted the s

pered to Bradley and Kierra. "

she had spent in the rear garden before rejoini

nswer. She turned and pushed

the hall and pushed open the heavy gla

r bare shoulders like a p

, lit only by a few dim ye

at the stone pathway, searchin

rning the corner aroun

dn't l

first into a soli

her lungs. She stumbled backward, h

, a massive hand shot

rapped around her wr

ed. She jerke

pair of eyes that were as d

tly tailored black suit that seeme

t hit her nose – sharp ced

n unlit match be

at her, his jaw