PART 2
“Effective immediately,” Captain Witford said, “Diane Ashford, Greg Nolan, and Michelle Voss are relieved of all passenger-service duties pending investigation.” Diane actually laughed. “That’s impossible.” Witford handed her the dispatch. She read two lines and went white. Greg leaned over her shoulder. Michelle backed against the galley wall as if she already knew what was coming. I ended...
Part 1
My name is Maeve, and tonight, my custom titanium medical walker—the only thing anchoring my spinal-damaged legs to this earth—was smashed to pieces right in front of Chicago's high society.
The sound of twisting metal against the ballroom’s solid marble pillar echoed louder than the string quartet. Before I could process the sudden impact, my older sister, Saraphina, grabbed...
Part 1
My name is Maeve, and tonight, my sister shattered the only thing keeping me upright.
The ballroom of the Chicago Peninsula Hotel was dripping in white orchids, crystal chandeliers, and old money arrogance. It was the lavish engagement gala for my older sister, Saraphina—the flawless golden child, the family idol, and the monster who put me in a wheelchair...
Part 1
My name is Maeve Mercer, and right now, bright crimson blood is pooling beneath my cheek, soaking into the pristine Italian marble of Chicago’s most exclusive penthouse conservatory.
Less than three seconds ago, my older sister, Saraphina—radiant in an eight-thousand-dollar custom silk bridal gown—lunged forward with pure venom in her eyes. In front of eighty horrified high-society guests, she...
PARTE 2
Preston ignoró al embajador y se dirigió hacia el pasillo. Me interpuse entre él y la puerta. «Siéntate». Me miró, y luego se fijó en la sangre que seguía empapando la servilleta que me envolvía el brazo. «No tienes ni idea de lo que estás tocando». «En realidad —dije—, creo que por eso tienes miedo». Preston lanzó la...
PART 2
Preston ignored the ambassador and headed for the hallway. I stepped between him and the door. “Sit down.” He looked at me, then at the blood still soaking through the napkin around my arm. “You have no idea what you’re touching.” “Actually,” I said, “I think that’s why you’re scared.” His hand shot out. He grabbed my upper...
PARTE 2
«Suéltala». La voz de Grant se volvió de una calma gélida. El hombre que estaba detrás de mí apretó el brazo que me cruzaba el pecho. Hundí el talón en su espinilla y lancé mi cabeza hacia atrás, golpeándole el rostro. El hombre soltó un improperio. Su agarre se aflojó lo suficiente como para que pudiera liberarme. Grant...
PART 2
“Let her go.” Grant’s voice became deadly calm. The man behind me tightened an arm across my chest. I drove my heel backward into his shin and threw my head against his face. He cursed. His grip loosened just enough for me to twist free. Grant crossed the distance in two strides, seized the man’s wrist, and slammed...
PART 2 — THE VIDEO THAT COULD DESTROY THE DEPARTMENT
The darkness lasted four seconds before emergency lights painted the corridor red. A door slammed downstairs. Sergeant Delaney grabbed his radio. “Possible unauthorized access to the evidence basement!” I heard hurried footsteps and turned toward the stairwell. Grant was gone. “Secure the exits,” I ordered, then stopped myself. “Delaney, coordinate...
PARTE 2
Me quité los tacones de una patada y eché a correr. «¡Helena!», gritó Charlotte a mis espaldas, pero yo ya estaba cruzando la terraza. Mateo me alcanzó justo cuando el humo empezaba a salir a borbotones del antiguo invernadero de cítricos. Un panel de cristal estalló hacia afuera. «¡Atrás!», gritó un agente de seguridad. No le hice caso....
