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The rusted fire door groaned on its hinges, and then the sky broke open. Cold rain slammed into Eliza, instantly soaking through the thin knit of her sweater. The chill bit into her bones, but she didn't stop. She pushed out into the dead-end alley, her feet sloshing through the grimy puddles of the Brooklyn underbelly.
Her white cane swept frantically across the waterlogged cement, the sharp tapping sound swallowed instantly by the downpour. The noise that should have guided her just echoed back, useless and hollow. A high-pitched screech of tires cut through the rain. Rubber skidding on wet asphalt. Headlights flooded the alley's mouth, blocking her only escape.
Eliza froze. The blinding glare of headlights flooded the narrow space, turning the rain into silver needles. She felt the sudden heat on her face, the instinctive flinch of her body recognizing a trap. She stumbled backward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
Heavy footsteps splashed through the puddles. Leather soles striking the concrete with a cold, measured rhythm. Step. Step. Step. The sheer oppressive weight of the approaching presence made her lungs seize. She couldn't breathe.
She turned to run the other way, but her heel caught on a discarded, water-logged tire. The world tilted. Her knees hit the rough concrete hard, the sharp, tearing pain ripping a gasp from her throat.
The white cane slipped from her wet fingers. It clattered against the ground, rolling away until it tapped gently against a pair of custom-made Italian leather shoes.
A large hand, encased in a black leather glove, shot out. It closed around her upper arm like a vice, digging into the muscle. Without a word, he yanked her up from the muddy water, his strength brutal and effortless.
The smell hit her next-a mixture of cold rain, expensive cedarwood, and something darker. Something violent. Her body started to shake, a tremor that started in her core and radiated out to her fingertips.
"Where exactly were you running to with my seed inside you?"
Clifford Gray's voice was a low, lethal sound above her head. It was a death sentence delivered in the dark.
Eliza shook her head frantically, the wet strands of her hair whipping across her face. "No... I wasn't... I'm not..."
His other hand clamped onto her jaw. The pressure was immense, grinding the bones of her lower face together until she thought they would shatter. He forced her head up, his gaze raking over her face. Even though he knew she was blind, even though her eyes couldn't meet his, he looked at her with a predatory aggression that felt like a physical violation.
Raindrops clung to her eyelashes. Her unfocused pupils dilated with sheer, helpless terror.
Clifford let out a short, harsh laugh. "A bottom-rung cripple actually thinks she can use a bastard to extort the Gray family. Pathetic."
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