ARGGHH!!!!
Honey's scream tore through the room, raw and unrestrained. She swept her arm across the desk in a violent arc, sending a stack of papers fluttering to the floor like a stack of dominoes. The sound of shattering glass followed as a crystal tumbler hit the wall and exploded, whiskey bleeding down the wallpaper in amber streaks.
Her chest heaved as she stood there, fists clenched, nails biting into her palms.
Days.
It had been days since the failed attempt to take Lyse.
The plan had been flawless, or so she had thought. Quick. Clean. Get the girl, squeeze her just enough to scare the truth out of Brandon, and vanish before anyone realized what had happened. Levi's timing had been infuriatingly precise, as if fate itself had leaned over and whispered a warning in his ear.
If he hadn't shown up at that exact moment…
Honey's jaw tightened. She would have been gone by now. Halfway to safety. One step closer to solving the mess Brett had left behind.
