로그인Sydney and Tobias. Sydney looks clean, dressed in a pristine cream pantsuit, while Tobias stands beside her looking a bit rough, but more put together than I am right now. A wave of venom explodes in my chest at the sight of them. "You low-life bastards!" I curse at them, spitting the words acros
The line goes completely dead. "Fuck!" I drop the phone, my brain spinning in crazy circles as I turn around and sprint straight toward my bedroom to grab my emergency cash and passport. But the exact second I cross the threshold, Deckard charges in right behind me. He slams the bedroom door shut
"Rachel! Naomi!" I'm sprinting down the grand hallway, the heels of my pumps clacking like an erratic machine gun against the marble floorboards. Sweat is beading at my hairline, ruining my freshly done makeup, and my chest is heaving so violently I can barely drag air into my lungs. I shriek a
By the time I drive my sports coupe to the central police precinct, the clock is hovering past mid-afternoon. I walk through the glass entrance, and I immediately spot Tobias standing by the vending machines, a paper cup of terrible hospital coffee in his hand. The moment he sees me, he sets the c
It's been hours. And a lot of things have happened in these past hours. But the one thing I desperately want to happen hasn't happened yet. And that's Owen coming out of surgery and actually being okay. It's not until another thirty minutes that the red double doors of the operating theater swing
"Then it’s a good thing we have more than words," Sydney says from behind me. I turn around to see her stepping out from behind my shoulder. Her face is still incredibly pale, her eyes rimmed with red from her earlier tears, but the vulnerable panic has vanished, replaced by a cold, burning focus.
"You're in the city, but you never come to see me? You're like a ghost. A handsome and intelligent ghost, my son is." Mother’s voice rings out before I even reach the parlor. She’s sitting in her favorite wingback chair, looking as calm as she always does, though the grief lines from crying over my
I work quickly, my focus narrowing down to the task. I’m wiping away the blood, trying to be as gentle as possible while my mind is screaming about Lydia and the lever. As I lean in to wrap the white bandage around his forearm, I realize how close we are. I can see the sweat beading on his forehea
"God, I never thought I’d get to revisit this goddamn scene again!" I’m standing in the middle of the fake street, soaked to the bone, shivering as the overhead sprinklers pelt me with what feels like ice-cold needles. This fucking scene again! Of all the deleted scenes from the movie, it had to
The sun hasn’t even fully cleared the horizon when the first ping pierces through my dreams. I groan, burying my face into the plush silk pillows of my bed, trying to block out the intrusion. But then comes another. And another. And many more notifications that makes my heart start to race before







