DARK MASTER
Chapter One
"I'm sorry, miss." The bank teller glanced down at her computer
screen, her smile so stiff it looked like it was chipped out
of concrete. "Roslund, I can't complete your transaction."
What? Regan Roslund blinked her confusion.
The woman waited for a moment, then cleared her throat
and hit a button, sounding the chime that called the next customer.
When Regan, who was too stunned to respond, didn't
move, the teller glanced at the gentleman standing at the head
of the line, giving him a wordless invitation to step forward.
She couldn't have her money? Why not?
The brush of the strange man's shoulder against hers finally
pulled Regan from her shocked silence. Anger shoved confusion
out of the way and took over. It burned a path through her
body, from her toes up to her forehead, then back down again
and sent adrenaline rushing through her body in wild, churning
waves.
Had that teller just told her she couldn't have her money?
Money that rightfully belonged to her?
Yes, she had!
Ho boy. Look out, little lady, you're about to get an earful.
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