Chapter 47
- Oprah's words were cut short as Burgess's large hand landed on her shoulder, trailing slowly until he reached her chest.
- His hand felt warm, yet his words were chilling. "By doing what? Using this?"
- Oprah stared at Burgess in disbelief. Her throat tightened, her hand by her side clenched into a tight fist, fingers digging deep into her palm. "What are you talking about, Mr. Burgess?"