Soho She’d locked him in. Alexander bit into the cuff encircling his left wrist and growled. Nothing. Not even a pinprick indentation. Clearly, his fangs were no match for metal. Unlike his strength. Slow and steady, he sat up on the bed, taking the headboard with him. The loud, aching creak ...
Holmes didn’t know how close to collapse I’d been, how much it had taken for me to play my part in front of Barnett, wondering if he would recognise me from the same sorts of clues that had unmasked him in my eyes. We had been like a cat and a mouse, but I wasn’t sure who was feline and who prey....
Ah, America. It was good to be back. JFK was as bustling as it always was. The Dirty Dancing soundtrack blaring from the speakers reminded me of the summer afternoons in high school I used to spend cruising around my Connecticut beach town in my little silver Jetta. Kim Kardashian and Lady Gaga b...
