The Crown That Fell
A sleek black Maybach screeched to a halt in front of me, its tires cruelly splashing a wave of muddy water from a puddle, soaking me to the skin.
The car door swung open, and Nolan stepped out, his bodyguards forming a tight circle around him.
His eyes locked onto the urn cradled in my arms, and for a moment, he froze, then his face twisted with anger.
"Lena was right. You're really going all out with this charade, even getting yourself an urn to play the part in this rain!"
He grabbed the urn from me and hurled it to the ground.
I felt a surge of rage. Ignoring the pain racking my body, I dove for the urn and, thankfully, caught it just in time.
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