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agony through her ribs. She forced her heavy eyelids open. A thick, warm liquid
ld. The icy drops hit her face, a brutal contrast t
d pinned her lower half against the leather seat in a vice grip. T
tst
ed asphalt cut through the hiss of the storm. Eleanora f
e mangled driver's side door. The pristine leather stood out against the mu
arge black umbrella. He looked down at her. His eyes were flat,
he steering wheel. Her fingers, slick with blood
voice was a we
rled into a sneer of pure disgust, ensuring he
. She's still tr
n. It was soft, melodic, and dri
re a pristine white trench coat, completely untouched by the storm.
en ribs so violently she felt she might vomit. Destiny. Her ol
le of the window. Her perfectly manicured fingers clampe
her voice barely a whisper over the rain. "It took a
's face off. But her throat only produced a wet, gur
ington trust fund was initiated twenty minutes ago. The control of the trust
blood onto the ruined leather seat. "You actually believed those forged financial reports.
. Hot tears mixed with the blood on her cheeks. She had giv
ral scent, mingled sickeningly with the smell of gas
pered. "You know Heinrich Mcdowell? The fiancé
silent man who always stood between her and t
the warehouse fire to save you. They didn't even find enough of him t
r weight of the guilt crushed the air from her lungs. Her fingers curled inwar
h died
rm around Destiny's waist. "L
open. The small flame danced in the wind. She tossed it casually toward the rear of
under the umbrella. The despair in her chest hardened, compress
. A low, heavy whoosh suck
ntly. The fire swallowed th
irely, Eleanora made a vow, carving it into her own soul. If t
ipped through t
absolute darkness. The roar of the fire faded,
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