st to the storm raging inside Ella. She sat stiffly in a plush armchair, wearing oversized sungl
"It's going to be fine. Just a minor p
er body was frayed. She leaned closer
heat against the cold dread in her stomach. "If he hadn't been so rough, so completely i
d of the hallway. One wore the crisp white coat of a doctor. The oth
is tracks. His hearing was excelle
into a thundercloud. The temperat
nudged his cousin with his elbow. "One star, huh?" he murmured, his eyes tw
rom Donovan was eno
to be over. I never want to see his face again. As if
skill, but she had just thrown the "old, ugly" rumor in his face.
e confirmed to Donovan. "Ella Long. Hymenoplasty with Dr. Miller." He looked up, his grin return
iberate stride forward, his expensive sh
She stopped talking, a prickle of
fr
Staring down at her, his face a mask of controlled fury,
he pointed a trembli
the chair. A slow, dangerous smile spread across h
that sent a shiver of pure terror down her spin
thing. The floor seemed to drop out from under her. Shame, white-hot
unfold with the detached amusement of a spectator at
from hers. His voice dropped to a whisper that was for her alone.
ainst her ear, and she
y. She shot to her feet, her chair scraping bac
her with an unnerving, proprietary assess
er voice trembling s
a physical touch. "Two hundred dollars doesn't begin to cover
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