Pittm

lt of the downtown highway, the faint scent o

the toxic cedar and freesia tha

window, watching the neon lights of Bedford Cit

smartphone

k-no calls, no messages, no p

I expec

count settings, and located the platinum supplementary card Kian h

thumb, I severed the

pulled up the contact labeled Kian Hurley, an

xhale lef

led up outside a luxury high-rise c

hed marble lobby and rode the private e

ess the doorbell, the

doorway, wearing a burgundy silk robe an

my soaked coat down to the black suitc

I said, wheeling my bag past the

er Italian leather sectional, feel

the Atlantic years ago," Chloe declared, popping the co

, my phone on the glass coffee t

te number flashed

ten digits for

Bedford City who possessed th

green icon, and switched the

re you block my

e speaker, low, ragged, and

sharp crack of shatteri

ly spilled her champagne, mouthing a s

pagne, "you signed the agreement. You don't get

on the counter?" Kian snarled, his breat

ack, I had left a neon gre

civilized man. Enjoy your next Rut. Let's see how long Dannielle w

lled me worthless while I kept you functional. Now let Dannielle do it. I'm

ve my Rut? You overestimate yo

shaking starts, call Dannielle. Let her watch you crawl for a stabi

ll button before he cou

uting number to my permanent blacklist an

y flute to

e pale gold liquid spark

s against mine. "So, what's the plan? You're not going b

ughter?" I scoffed. "Never. It'

rushing against the cold, heavy contou

t my neural scent matched his genetic frequency at an

e plain, mousey

tract w

s were co

-to-ceiling glass wall, looking out ove

ld finally learn who th