e wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, trying to e
sounded like high heels and the heavy thud
er stood Jessica Cole, wearing a designer trench coat, having just rushed
the smear of blood on June's chin. The old woman ins
ut into the hallway, cursing Gage's name, callin
the hardwood. She looked down at June's chopped hair and bruised fa
amatically, playing the role of a horrified mother fo
d her lips. She asked Jessica Cole if she finally decided t
ssed under her breath, warning June to shut her mouth
ff the toxic whispering. She declared that June c
l head of security. She ordered him
mate fortress of the Becker estate, reserved only for the highest-ra
the room. They gently pulled June to
reinforced steel pillars. Outside, the blizzard raged, snow pi
ouble doors made of solid mahogany. Four guards wit
in a long passcode and leaned in for a retinal scan. A heavy mechanica luxury hotel, but the thick walls and steel-re
e promised that the South Wing had its own independent security
first time in days, the crushing weight on her c
rice, thanking the old w
ed her arms and told June to stay put and
ead look. She turned around and
r. The locks engaged with a loud, final c
e bedroom. A fire cracked w
She looked out at the dark, snowy night.
to a thick, warm set of pajamas. She curled up
e guards pacing in the hall outside. She
her like a tidal wave.
essed eyes flashed in her mind. Her body jerked slightly, b
y quiet. But across the est
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