hloie's cheek. The sting register

vessels, slowly focused on the wo

delicately wiped her gloved fingers. Then she dropped

red, trying to bite the hand that had tormented her. The mercenary

ked cry from her lips. "You'll burn in hell f

e concrete walls. The laughter stopped as fast as it had start

Darling, you're the one

o the lie that had shaped her entire life. "

g pity. "Adrien Riddle never touched the Monro

whispered, her body starting to tremble uncontrollably. "That's im

ghtening up. "Every last one of

ks. Her fiancé. The man who had held her, comforted h

iring her work. "And the slow-acting neurotoxin you've been putti

she served Adrien the "calming" herbal tea. Her stomach heaved v

rum. "Did you really think Clay loved you?" she asked, her tone conversational. "He wanted

No, no, no," a desperate chant to

tapped the screen. A familiar voice fil

mpt. "She's perfect. Emotional, stupid, easy to control.

, was the final blow. The light in Chloie's eyes went out.

," Bailey said, pocketing the

od. A pain so immense it felt physical ripped through her chest. For seven years, she had carefu

age. Her head snapped up. Her eyes b

body forward. The heavy iron chair tipped and cra

n and stumbled backwar

he ground like a dying fish, trying to crawl,

ward and drove his steel-

oncrete. She coughed up blood, he

open again. A man in a camel-hair coat stood silh