na's

at the doors would not open. The handle moved under my thumb and nothi

a blue route line pinned to a single ad

side me, buckled in as carefully as a passenger, lay a garment bag from a bri

orehead against the tinted glass. "Ar

his own knees. He nev

g with shame. "The doctor's already waiting at the house. It's just

long, pale, and the size I wore, which meant someone had asked. Bianca had ch

e: the dress had been collected four days ago, in Portland, before the convoy ever came up my

rling up in pain on the wide leather seat

of Jadon's bodyguards glan

reported into his headset. "Target is

e exit for Hancock Memorial; the green sign slid by in t

next wave of pain cut th

. Cold sweat broke out across my forehead and mixed with the rain ru

hing warm, thick, and reeking of iron. I brought my hand up into the

l, pushing my bloody hand through the

und. His eyes wen

, grabbing the driver's shoul

explicit orders not to s

car!" Arthur screamed,

, tires shrieking through the water, then slid out of

hard behind us, and its high beams lit up the sh

unbearable, a steady crushing wave that forced a broken, drawn-out m

od there,

u stopping for?" he d

umped out of the passenger seat, pointing int

pen door fell across my legs. My dark b

oled in the heavy rubber floor mat. I lay on my side, finge

name I had once known so well slipped out

went

apart completely. His gray eyes widen

red, and for the first time sinc