It began in an innocuous enough place, but before she could be treated, it had already spread to her liver and then into her bones. I just know that it’s slowly sucking my daughter’s life from her.

“It’s a particularly invasive, aggressive form of cancer. Though she knew the answer to her question, she posed it anyway in an effort to buy time, to plan her next move and to somehow maneuver herself out of an impossible situation. It was a harsh realization for him, that given his immense wealth, he couldn’t have the one thing he most wanted. He was unapologetic and completely unremorseful over his choices.īut she also saw a grieving father whose only daughter was dying, and he was frustrated by his inability to buy her health and happiness.

He’d led a life filled with atrocities, bloodshed, selling out whomever he needed to, to achieve his ends. She saw things that made her blood run cold. Was she some sort of experiment once again? Was his daughter a guinea pig, and if Grace was successful, would she then be turned over to some government agency? Sold to the highest bidder? She reached into his mind, wanting confirmation or perhaps to know what else he intended to use her for. It wasn’t that she hadn’t expected to be used for her abilities. GRACE was taken aback by the utter despair that choked his voice. What’s important is that my daughter is very ill, and you’re going to heal her.” “Who are you and why am I here?” she demanded. Hancock quickly unlocked the cuffs and Grace pulled her hands around to her front, rubbing her wrists as she stared warily at the man in front of her. “Get the cuffs off her,” her, the man ordered. He would probably appear arrogant on most days, but there was so much relief in his expression that it took Grace aback. A gaudy gold chain hung around his neck, and in one ear he wore a diamond stud earring. He was obviously a bit prideful because there wasn’t a hair on his head that was out of place, thanks largely to the amount of styling products evident. For someone who’d frightened her so much with his voice alone, his appearance was deceptiv Then she focused on the man in front of her who was staring every bit as hard at her as she was at him. It was more like a dark cave where a beast skulked about. She glanced left, hoping for a window, hoping for some sign of where she was, but was frustrated as she realized there were no windows. She took in as much as she possibly could as quickly as she could. To the right was a large fireplace, which despite the warmth of the day, was burning. It had the look of a library but there was a large executive desk at the back. Suddenly the blindfold was torn from her eyes, and she rapidly blinked to adjust to her surroundings. She found herself yanked forward and then the door slammed behind her. “This is her,” Hancock said in an even tone.

Echoes at dawn by maya banks