LOGINThe silk scarf felt hot around Arabella’s mouth, but she didn't dare pull it down. She wore oversized sunglasses that hid the upper half of her face, especially her left eye, which dragged awkwardly whenever she tried to look around. She stood on a busy sidewalk in the financial district, completel
“I’ve done what I can under the circumstances.” Arabella has never felt this scared in her entire life. “What if it stays like this?” The doctor didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Arabella looked away. The doctor left soon afterward, taking Dante with him. "Give me a mirror," she whispered to the
Arabella Alcott stepped into the room, followed by Dante and an older man The stranger carried a worn leather bag and looked nothing like the doctors Arabella had known in her old life. His clothes were plain, his hair untidy, and there was something tired and hardened about his expression. His
Sebastian "If you squeeze my hand any tighter, Sebastian, I'm going to lose blood flow." Dahlia’s voice instantly made me relax my grip. I looked down at our laced fingers, adjusting my hold so my thumb could gently trace the line of her wrist. "Apologies," I murmured, my gaze shifting up to mee
Alcott patted Dante down roughly, searching his pockets and waistband before pulling his hands back empty. Finding nothing, he kept his hand resting casually near the grip of his pistol as Dante dragged his duffel bag through the front door and kicked it shut behind them. Dante took his motorcyc
"Oh?" Arabella let out a harsh, bitter laugh that ended in a cough. "You have a shallow grave in this driveway if I tell him to pull the trigger." "Try it," Dante challenged, though his eyes flicked nervously back to Alcott’s unblinking stare. "Go ahead. If I don't check in with my guy by sunrise,







