"From now on, don't mention other men in front of me."
"Are you an idiot? You don't know how to fight back when people bully you, and you can't even tell I'm yelling because I care?"
"Ashley Bowen, I'm only this shameless with you."
"You're the one who started this. You might get to say when the game begins, but I'm the one who decides when it ends."
A man's voice surfaced in her mind from time to time, his tone domineering and cold. Yet whenever she strained to picture his face, she found she couldn't remember it at all.
The night was destined to be spent in a fine, endless drizzle.
The ambulance soon arrived at the Summit Hotel. Yuri Sinclair and Mary Preston rushed over, watching as the person who had been stabbed in the waist was loaded into the vehicle.
Mary Preston fainted on the spot.
Even though Jenson Shelby wanted to ride along in the ambulance, he knew he didn't deserve to!
