xt aft
wn of the kindergarten's private outdoor area. She
ved across the canvas. The heavy black lines from yesterday
sharpen a colored pencil. The air betwee
oup of older boys in custo
avy-set boy whose father
a chubby finger at the canvas and laughed loudly.
hand gripped the paintbrush so
le's shoulder hard. "Hey, mute! My dad says
t Cole like
elf off the grass like a missile, slammi
rolling in the dirt. The other
scrambled to her feet and lunged forward,
suit, rushed in. He didn't care who Breanna was. He
ay bordering the grass. The skin on her right palm rip
blood on Br
took over. He grabbed the heavy wooden ea
teacher scre
oar of heavy engines drowne
alt on the edge of the grass. The doors flew open simultaneously. A
icle opened. A long leg stepped
he grass. The air pressure
eir breath. They parted like the Red Sea as
at his son's messy hair and the dirt on h
liot's voice was a low, lethal rum
hand to her chest. She heard that voice. The cold,
old. She slowly
imposing figure standing over
o Breanna and threw his arms around her le
eo and the bodyguard. "They hurt h
owed his son's fin
iot's pupils contracted violently. The musc
ngry woman into the gutter. And now, she had someho
s deafening. The tension w
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