Beatrix's face the moment she stepped t
st the police barricades, thr
true you faked your
ng back the M
rchestrate yo
ly, using his broad shoulders to carve a
ed Jaziel down the wide granite steps. His tailored tuxedo st
antly, abandoning Beatrix t
statement regarding the
Consortium fac
of cameras and microphones, his dark, piercing gaze cut strai
gainst her skin. Her steps faltered for a fracti
r of a sleek, unmarked bla
rward, jamming his hand onto th
comment, M
's fingers off the frame with practiced p
comm
with a heavy thud, cutt
at, hit the gas, and pulled the se
ts shove Jaziel into the back of an armored federal SUV.
her through the rearview mirror. "The wedding
t, exhaling a slow breath. Instead of the triumph sh
er brow furrowing. "Jaziel didn't fight
gh a crowded interse
e was airtight. What
ails digging into her palms. "Jaziel never walks i
ral steps, Denita stood al
filed past her, their open mocke
neered, adjusting her diamond necklace
hands, sobbing uncontrollably as
eatrix's encrypted phone v
the screen. A text from an untr
zen by federal order. The Earl i
ted the thre
Julian. I need to prepare
urn toward the Lower East Side as rain
image of Jaziel in handcuffs. Yet his low whisper
nd her shoulders, trying to shake
irror, his knuckles white
.. we hav
eyes and turned tow
t plates had matched their speed, trailing two c
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