. Chloe Miller, Ethan's little plaything, st

I said, my voice

ushed aside, scramble

console table where I'd left it. "No, you don't!" S

e's going to leave you for me! Everyone knows you're

but not in the way she intended. It was the

my voice dropping to a dangerous low. "And you're tres

won't let you do anything to m

ill her head with such nonsense

s. They surged forward, a giggling,

rs. Vanderbilt! Stay back!" They s

voice ringing with an authority the

akeup, snickered. "Not for long, sweet

me towards the front door. Neighbors were probably already peer

led up to the curb w

e took in the scene: me disheveled, held

hen he saw my torn sleeve

! This old hag was trying to kick me

trode over and gently took my arm, his touch surpr

ide with disbelief. "Eth

ce raw. "Well, Ethan? I

a flicker of something unreada

's the one who's wrong! You said.

, his voice cold as ice. "Chl

aught. We'l

rembling with suppressed fu

ia, she's just a kid. Don't make a scene. You're olde

were like slaps to the face,