The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 31

Citrine waved frantically at Sawyer, her voice desperate. "Dad! Help us!"

Sawyer heard her and turned in their direction, about to rush over-when, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Jeanette on the other side of the room.

He stopped short.

In that instant, Citrine's heart shot into her throat.

The fire had grown too fierce-there was only time to save one of them.

Sawyer's gaze lingered on Citrine, and in that look, she saw all of his inner turmoil laid bare. But the moment passed; his decision hardened, and he turned away, running straight toward Jeanette.

Citrine knew, with a cold certainty, that she had been abandoned again.

As Sawyer carried Jeanette through the flames to safety, Citrine gave up any hope that he would turn back for her.

The fire roared, closing in. There was no time to feel hurt-she barely had time to think at all.

on the thick smoke, her eyes squeezed shut, her

she caught sight of a window in the far corner. An idea flickered

a blanket, soaked it in water, and threw it over her

she urged, shaking her

so tired. I think I'm going to die." Alicia's voice was barely a whisper; she refused

say that. We're getting out of here. I promise," Citrine

shaky step, the slight, determined girl carried her friend toward the

when a deafening crash sounded behind

face went pale. Instinctively,

blast-this one even closer. Blood trickled from

blanket, and, with every ounce of strength left in her, pushed her friend through the open window. Then Citrine

must have called for help, because soon

Citrine finally woke again, she was in a hospital

of pity, but his words were merciless. "Sweetheart, I'm afraid

suspected as much. But hearing it out loud, the grief crashed over her,

the