elevator, the heavy black urn r

se was silent, the thick carpet ab

ahogany doors and reached out

stopped

closed. It was crack

, grating voice of her mother-in-l

ace. That uneducated hillbilly is a

tightened around the sm

," Sierra, Jace's younger sister, chimed in. "She

nuckles turned stark white from ho

her voice rising in pitch. "Carolyn is a star pilot. She com

silence from ins

her. He didn't tell

," Jace finally said, his voice low and

y. "You freeze her out. You make sure she walks away with absolutely

physical blow to the stomach. "I'll have the lega

llway, Cilla felt

sadness. Just a thick, suffo

raped over the urn. Her paren

listening to parasites p

chor against the tidal wave of disgust threatening to pull her under. She unlocked the heavy mahogany door and pushed it open w

ll jumped, their heads sn

e was a mask of stone. Her eyes swept over

h of guilt crossing her features before

crossing her arms. "Do you always sn

ject in Cilla's arms. His bro

inting at the black container. "Why are yo

," Cilla said. Her voice did

atic step backward and clutch

hat out of here! You're bringing dead bones into my

isting in exaggerated disgust. "That

hed. The veins i

nt right now, Cilla," Jace ordered,

st her chest. She stared directly

nciating every single syllable. "And m

se. She lunged forward, her

ious slap right