tly still in the ce

ahogany door. The silence

ched her own bottom lip. The skin was tender, sti

r and walked toward the mass

ghts. Cortney Meyers was probably in another penthouse right now, celebrating her stol

hort, harsh laugh.

irror. The soft LED lights illu

hrough her long hair, pulling it in long, rhythmic strokes until h

If she didn't, Cortney's inevitable mockery would becom

he door to the

signer outfits hung in perfect co

p dress. It was thin, clinging to her skin like water. She slippe

r shoulders. She deliberately pulled the left side down

ghtstand. A velvet jewelr

. The sudden, piercing pain grounded her, washing away the last dregs of her past-life trauma. She needed that sharp sting to keep her

to a pair of soft, s

rapped her hand around the freezing brass kno

ck, plush carpeting that swall

the layout of this massive estate perfectly. She turne

fe as she walked, casting long, distorted

ading down to the main foyer. She kept h

the low, mechanical hum of the central air c

wing, the faint sound of footsteps ec

flat against the wall, sliding into

water pitcher, walked past the inters

ck of oxygen. She waited until the maid disappeared

lowly, her br

tinued down the hall. Her eyes locked

ight bled out from underneath t

of the door. Her pulse

lightly. She relaxed her facial muscles, forcing an e

idn't

nst the door handle. She turn

raction of an inch, peering into the