ng me under. I pressed a hand to my stomach,
r the gala. I could hear his voice,
g Chloe' s future, a fut
rough tonight.
hose people, Chloe' s smug triumph, Etha
of the life I was ending, the l
erile, had fathered a child with the woman he des
hroom, retching. Noth
tared back, hol
to the desperate woman in the
downstairs. "Sarah! Are you
was a whip, c
ce, trying to erase the s
' t know.
s, each step was an effort
dent in a tuxedo. He looked every
sheep' s
ical. "You look terrible.
," I mumbled, av
ng into my flesh. "You will not ruin
"There will be con
g. The threat hung in the
punish me. He'
was a burning fire
d it together, just
a time bomb,
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