Chapter 4

The security guard shoved me face-first against the BMW's scorching metal. The heat seared through my torn silk blouse, but I barely registered the pain. All I could focus on was Madison's weakening form on the other side of the glass, her small hand no longer pressing against the window.

"Please, listen to me," I begged, my voice cracking. "That's my daughter in there. She's dying!"

Dawson twisted my arm higher behind my back, his breath hot against my neck. "I told you to shut up. Mrs. Carter here says you're trespassing."

I could feel the weight of Amber's smug…