That Walking Blood Bag is a Queen

pils shrank

body going rigid like a cat cornered by a

s from her biological father's phone call, yet she h

laugh. She refused to back away

dog," Ainsley sneered. "I can w

get angry at

in his chest. The physical rumble transfe

ally rebuilding the physical distance while maint

e Benson, and my family," Hill stated, his tone flat and factual. "It

nson hit Ainsley's ea

was the most revered artistic titan on the entire East Coast,

teering wheel fro

o steal the escort detail for myself, but the old

sharply and stared out t

mask the violent churning in her chest. Sh

oothly into the absolute

andard city blocks to the imposing, heavily

rrowed. She recog

t a reside

at the back of Carmel's seat. "

irror, waiting for Hill's silent

The family is waiti

mach dropped

rded three-star Michelin private club in Washington

down at h

hed-out T-shirt and cheap jeans

like this was social suicide. It was ha

to her clothes. He knew exa

sed a hidden silver butt

the back of the sea

Hermes Birkin bag and a heavy garmen

d the compartment. His voi

. I will not have you ruini

ovided the perfect, undeniable reason for her

teeth. She couldn't

of the soundproof privacy partition th

l locked into place, turning the back

heavier. The scent of Hill's cedar

ill. Her eyes screa

head," sh

y, turning his face t

on the tinted glass still outlined

ith rapid, mili

t T-shirt and pulled the black si

e fabric slid over her

voice drifted back. "Don't be so surprised it fits," he noted lazily. "Hill has access to the data from every high-end tai

over her bare shoulders and slammed th

ey said, her voice

ned his

A violent flash of raw heat sparked in

le," Hill li

ly tap against his knee, betraying

urning onto a heavily guarded,

d-plated revolving doors of The