I was done.Shaking, I got hold of Mia. I had to run, and I had to run fast.She didn't ask, just said, "I'll set it up."My phone screen lit up on the desk.An anonymous text.I opened it.The image was blurry, but I could still make out myself: drugged, staggering out of the Meridian suite, my back to the camera.Camille had pulled that night's surveillance from the Fontaine archives, restored it, and was using it to blackmail me.Quinn, don't even think about taking Grayson from me.The second he saw a clean version, it was over.He'd be sick to look at me, and he'd throw me in the East River himself.Outside, the rain was coming down in sheets.Eleven-thirty at night. I heard Mia arguing with the guard outside my door.She smashed a vase to pull the hallway security off.I shoved the window open, and the rain instantly soaked me through.I slid down the drainpipe on the second floor. My palm tore open on the metal, blood smearing along it.The second my feet hit the ground, there w
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