locked inside the guest bed
rning down into her esophagus. Her head throbbed in
rnoon, she heard the shi
oved away toward the main elevator
d herself o
toward the door. To her surprise, the latch turned smoothly-the
ty hallway, moving toward th
ck, turning the faucet on. She gulped down two full glasses of
lic click echospun a
ald silk dressing gown. In her right hand, she casually flicked open
ped flame danced
lara," Vivian whispe
d backed away, her spine pressing again
s just getting water. I'
" Vivian asked, her voice silky smooth as she circled the isla
father burn to death in the old manor. Ever since, the sme
plummeted. "What
f her left arm, she knocked three bottles of
hing across the floorboards and soaking into the baseboards. T
nged forward to grab her
t Zippo directly into
upward, catching the kitchen cabinetry in seconds.
elding her face with her arm
elled, turning tow
oze in abso
e left forearm and deliberately shoved her flesh directly i
illed the air, followed by a bloodcurd
ra is trying to bur
inklers engaged with a violent hiss, unleashing a deluge
re kicked off their hing
primal panic. He saw the fire, smelled the burning flesh, a
via
hering the remnants of the flames, and pulled h
cally, pointing her blistered, blackened fingers at Clara. "She said if
turned h
dshot, completely consumed b
ara's wet throat before she could even form a syllable. He slammed her
ominic roared, his spit
zed shut, cutting
p, suffocating purple. Her feet dangled inches off
aged to wheeze out. "She
screamed, his voice
to the flooded floor, her ribs taking the brunt
the hallway. "Call the privat
ained, leaving behind charred drywall a
a in the secondary living room, wra
tailored grey suits. He dropped a thick stack of legal documents
sterile as a scalpel. "You will surrender all claims to the Montgomery estate, waive all futu
by the window smoking a heavy cigar, t
ing from the cold, "I admit to an attempted murder I
wing a thick stream
s file to the NYPD right now. Attempted murder of an heiress. Aggravated arson. You will be indi
th caught in
eral
child would grow up in the state foster care system,
exact pressure point t
n. She stared at the black lines on the paper, the tears
voice dropping into a flat, rasp
hrough the smoke. "You have
unyielding finality. "Do not touch my child. The day after I give birth, I will sign away my rights to your n
the dead, empty re
hest-a strange, unnamable ache that made h
wling as he tapped the ash from
minic said c
ed the pen
me across every single line, each stroke of the bl

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