smoothly, gliding down t

was dead silent. The p

s clenched so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. His da

scent of cedar and expensi

lf harder against the

to ask her where the hell she had been. He wa

a sharp, piercing ringtone eru

ocket and pulled out her phone. The screen was

ed: Patricia Barry.

tely shattered from the fall. She had no choice. She pressed the answer button

e bled through the damaged speaker. It was

Patricia hissed, "Anna will rot in that unli

gged. Her eyes turned bloodsho

Isabella roared into the phone. He

temperature in th

ght

echoed in

dead. Patric

her pocket. She turned her head and glared at Bradley. The vulner

ed. Her voice was harsh.

it a button on his armrest. The door

e said

d across the seat, her hand

r from behind. He pinned her shoul

wildly, kicki

fell out of her coat pocket. It landed on the f

y look

g receipt. The name prin

sabell

the name. Mrs. Barry. She was married.

gh his chest. He had spent five years obsessing over a

lled back as if she had burned hi

the inter

red the driver. His voice

at the next intersectio

ved the door open and threw herse

way, her figure disappear

fist into the

ed, the sound tear