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Prologue

Blood dripped into her eyes Pain rolled through her body, and she tried to fight it, tried to break free, but she couldn’t

Trapped

The ht and too hard, and every move she made just caused her to hurt even more

She screamed for help, but no one was there to save her

The rain poured down, pelting through the broken windshield Her car had rolled, again and again, down the incline Would anyone from the road even be able to see her?

“I’ain

Every part of her body hurt Broken glass was all around her The blood and rain ether on her face

She begged for help until her voice broke

Until the rain stopped

Until the pain finally stopped

There was nothing left, nothing but the darkness

It was in that darkness that she heard his voice

“I’ot you…”

And when she heard him, she was afraid

Chapter One

Skye Sullivan stared up at the building before her It shot high into the sky, its ht There were toomore like a fortress than an office, the place spoke of power

And money A lot of it

“Miss?” The doorman eyed her with a hint of concern in his dark eyes

Probably because she was standing in the ave a quick shake of her head, pulled her coat a bit closer around her, and hurried inside that fortress Getting out of that icy Chicago air was a relief for her

Another lanced to the left and the right, and Skye nervously noted the security cameras that followed her every move

Cautiously now, she approached the desk “I, u for Trace Weston”

Thea stylish blue suit, raised his brows at her “Do you have an appointment?”

Not exactly She’d barely gathered the courage to actually head into this place Twice that one back to her home

I need him

Skye straightened her shoulders “No, I don’t have an appointment”

His eyes narrowed

She rushed on, saying, “My name is Skye Sullivan, and I-I’m an…old friend of his” Okay, so that part that wasn’t exactly the truth

But she was desperate No, more than that She was scared

When she’d done a search looking for private detectives in the area, Weston Securities had immediately popped up on her computer screen As soon as she’d seen the name, Skye’s whole body had tensed

Trace Weston Some men left a mark on a woman, a mark that went far beneath the skin

Trace had marked her years before

His coot that The lobby even smelled expensive And, after the accident, pretty e, but she didn’t have a choice