Hilary staggered to her feet, her hands already streaked with blood.
The guards led her to a lounge, and there was Colin standing by the window, still on the phone with Tiffany.
When he finally hung up and turned around, a flicker of surprise crossed his face. "How did you end up like this?"
Hilary let out a hoarse, rasping laugh. "Colin, you make me sick."
He was quiet for a moment. "Don't say things you don't mean. Let me take you to get your hands looked at."
"No need." She snapped the thin cord around her neck and hurled the ring that had been hanging from it straight at him.
The diamond left a thin, sharp cut along his cheek before clattering to the floor.
Colin's eyes darkened as he bent down to pick it up. "You don't want it anymore?"
Hilary's voice came out steady, unshaken
