Chapter 3 - THE CRASH ON MARBLE
She forced her feet to move forward, taking three agonizing steps closer to the edge of the private table. She kept her eyes glued to the crystal tray, trying with all her strength to suppress the violent shaking in her hands.
Suddenly, the child sitting in the middle high chair dropped his silver spoon. He straightened his back, extended both small arms outward through the wooden tray of his high chair, and reached directly toward her yellow dress.
The sight of those tiny, reaching hands hit her like a physical blow to the chest. A sudden, sharp spike of heat rushed behind her eyes, blinding her vision for a fraction of a second. She lost all sense of balance and weight.
The heavy crystal tray tilted wildly.
CRASH!
The heavy lead crystal goblets hit the polished marble floor at Adrienne’s feet, exploding into dozens of jagged, glittering shards. Water splashed across the stone, soaking the hems of the bodyguards' trousers and the edges of her black shoes.
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Adrienne Sterling shot to his feet instantly, his tall frame looming over the table.
At the exact same moment, all four Sterling bodyguards moved as a single unit. Four right hands reached inside dark suit jackets, leather holsters unfastening with crisp, audible snaps across the alcove.
