Cora was manning the front desk again. I slowed as I approached, hoping I’d be able to slip past her. No such luck. Her dark eyes zeroed in on me and she stood as I neared. I didn’t say a word, didn’t even look at her. I just walked past her desk and made for Wes’s office. But she grabbed my arm. Her skin felt cold even through the sleeve of my shirt.
“How are you still alive?” she hissed, enraged. I tried to yank my arm out of her hold, but her fingernails dug in like talons. If I pulled any harder, I’d lose skin.
“What the hell? Let go!” My shout caused several people to look up at the commotion. But I didn’t dare take my eyes off the woman in front me. Her fingers dug in further.
“You should be dead,” she proclaimed, her attention never wavering from my face. “There’s no way you coul
