"Take her in. Draw her blood. However much Olympia lost, that's how much comes out of her."
A deafening buzz filled Rosamond's skull. She never imagined Bryce could be this unhinged.
Her chest caved inward, as though something had clamped down on her lungs and refused to let go.
The bodyguards closed in. Rosamond thrashed against their grip.
"Bryce, this is illegal!"
"You can't do this to me!"
Bryce walked over and crouched in front of her. His fingers seized her chin, tilting her face up. His eyes were pure malice.
"Now you want to talk to me about the law?"
"Why didn't you think about consequences when you were hurting Olympia?"
"Take her in."
They dragged her into the operating room. She fought every inch of the way, and none of it mattered.
The needle slid into her vein, cold as ice, and the pain tore through her as though it had pierced her heart.
She felt her blood leaving her body. And with it, the last trace of love she had ever held for Bryce Delgado.
She told herself to endure it. He wouldn't actually let her die.
But the minutes crawled by, and no order came from outside to stop.
Rosamond felt herself being hollowed out. Her body grew so weak she couldn't even keep her eyes open.