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So muc
de burned-a live brand pressed into raw flesh, l
was stil
Axel Stone,
er last week had burned off half her face. He'd handed it to her with that smile-custom-made, j
o his building, wr
sing the elegant box into her hands. Now the
elieve it. S
was real. The
She needed to hear i
rpet swallowed her footsteps, but it
stopped in front of it, fingers hovering
ing. Go i
the door op
standing with his back to her, silho
, as if they were screaming for her.
as real
nding the cold casing of the reco
d to hear
she would rec
was cut with glass. She op
floated from t
er pulse slamm
come looking for you? The way she loo
spine hitting the wall. One hand clamped over
ew tha
r best friend. H
o. No
I've been looking for a chance to break it off. The PR department at Stone Corp is alr
nders. No one will ever associate 'America's most beautiful tech hostess' with
Now that I have the formula, she's useless to me. A disfigured orphan from some
eir words crushed her. Tears streamed down her face, mixing
. Her fr
t her skull. A beautifully constructed pat
er-silent, jagged, sh
ends here? It's
made Axel's jaw tighten and Sloane stumble back-they'd never seen her
she said, her voice a raw
of Chloe's ruined face, scr
fore cold indifference took its place. "C
es locked on Sloane. "I t
Axel's, her chin lifted in a taunt. "Sister? Don't be naive, Chloe. I've hated that sel
a physical heat that drove her
d backward, her hip cracking again
rself. It's embarrassing," Axel said, straightening his tie. H
m, the last trace of affection
he rem
et, holding it up. "Everything you just s
ined from bot
ecording pen in her hand. The inevitable conflict explode
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