Mistaken Identity: The Cold CEO Unravels

ening crunch of metal shattered t

an eighteen-hour shift at St. Mary's, her body running on fumes and cheap coffee. The shortcut thro

h. Then came the roar of engines tearing away, tir

brain caught up. She rounded

d from the ruptured hood. The air reeked of gasoline and burning rubber. And pooling

between the car a

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and crimson. Even in the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, she could see the fabric was bespoke, the stitching immacul

pest one just below his ribs. Blood pumped steadily, too fast. She pr

muttered, more to

An ambulance would take forever to find this godforsaken corner of Brook

. The one that woul

ower even in unconsciousness. Her lungs burned. Her back screamed. But she hauled him one block, then up three flights of creaking stairs t

ipped on the bare bulb overhe

that even unconscious seemed carved from granite. He was beautiful in the way a p

me fo

p, ugly gash that would need stitches, and fast. She pulled out antiseptic, a suture kit, and a small bottle of

er, and forced the bitter liquid down

one who'd been trained for years, not the clumsy fumbling of a fresh intern. She wor

nnatural, bruise-purple. His forehead burned against her knuckl

omach

ned. His hand shot up and clamped around her wrist wi

s snapp

eed. He didn't look like a man waking from unconsciousness.

sped, his voice

her wrist free.

nked.

his bare, blood-smeared skin. His breath was hot against her cheek, smelling o

She pushed against his shoulders, but he was impo

ickly. "I'm a doctor. I he

ough her panic. His fingers found her jaw, turnin

ou in the alley. Y

on her hands, the sheer desperation in her eyes. Somethi

He released her jaw and pressed his palm to his

ide, barely human. The man who'd been cold and calculating moments

er lips. Her b

r. As if her lips were the only thing in the room that cou

is mouth against hers.It w

, drawing a bead of copper-sweet blood. He wasn't kissing her-he was feeding on her, as if he

her still. The pressure of his lips was b

irst

ger whose toxin had tur

oved against his chest, but he wouldn't let go.

ing. The last of his strength gave out. His head

e hit the wall. She slid down, gasping, her hand flying to her mou

g, dangerous-and felt a chill crawl down her spi

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