voice a low, vicious hiss meant only for her ears. "What the hell

ne, her eyes coolly meeting his over the r

m confused. In what capacity are you asking? As my fiancé?

e in the sand, erasing years of forced intimacy. Several peop

. He was used to her cowering, not conf

cerned peacemaker. "Sis, don't be like that. Evan was j

Evan, a small, mocking smile playing on her lips. "Frantic? Is that wha

disdain left them m

aned in again, his breath hot and sour. "Don't you forget about

Frances's smile widened, a genuinely cold, sharp thing. Th

final, cutting blow when a

Benj

was Miles Sullivan, Alexander Winters's right-hand man. He inclined his head respectfull

h you about the Skyline Project. If

to get a moment of the man's time, and here was his chief of staff, persona

A public execution

s smile upon Miles. "Of co

and turned to leave. Evan instinctively reached ou

a polite but immovable barrier. He gave Evan a look-brief, profess

could feel the weight of a hundred pairs of eyes on her back-eyes filled with speculation, envy, and newfou

shut, encasing them in a

ing for you on the t

inters stood with his back to them, his hands resting on the railing, his

as they

ence in her stance. For a fraction of a second, a flicker of somethin

the same voice she'd heard on the phon

d. "You're braver

he was brave. And somehow, that was the most