ty guard with a key. The smell of burnt magnesi

ls, Deirdre was hysterically recounting the "attack" to a bewildered hos

ted, merely detained. Setting off a fire alarm was a misdemeanor, especially when

who were carefully avoiding ey

Her performance of a frail victim was shattered. Boston stood by the window, his back to th

s thi

ing a shaking finger at the doorway where Fl

, his eyes full of cold fury. "I want her charged. Tresp

"your daughter appears unharmed. Miss Jefferson claim

th a pyrotechnic?"

ther. His eyes were dark, calculating. He walked over to the bedside table and picke

l gave you migraines. The day of the foundation gala, you made me send ba

"I... I didn't want to be rude

looked at Genevieve, who suddenly looked very unc

his voice dangerously quiet. "The

sick woman!" Deirdre interject

is gaze was locked on

ing its frail, breathy quality and becoming sharp with panic. "F

r clear skin, the terror in her eyes that had nothing to do with illness-and he saw

m the hallway, deciding she had se

rom the wreckage she had caused.

t satisfying thing

thering to turn around. "You might want to sanitize that ring.

mly against th

ng on her chest for four years-the need to be perfect,

burned

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ors. Her hair was messy. Her makeup was s

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