His Discarded Wife Is A Rune Genius

Daws

on, I'm ve

l sympathy. It was the voice of a man deliver

viable. It was a co

he hospital room, each one a hammer bl

m the starched white sheets into my bones, a linger

black I couldn't decipher. Data. Curves. None of it looked like a

ails a desperate anchor to the present moment. A confir

Furthermore, due to the damage from this incident, your c

f the monitor beside my bed seemed t

acked, splintered in

hat "extremely low" meant, but my th

t, professional

choing down the empty hallway, le

change the IV bag. Her eyes, unlike the doctor's

er nurse just outside my door.

usband is Archon Montgomery. You'd

ere needles in my ears. I squeez

s were the drip of the IV and

self up. My personal terminal lay on the bedside

n Montgomery

but to a wall of sound-loud music, lau

cut through, sharp with impat

ength. "Barron..." My voice was a r

et a glass down on a hard s

tomb. "I see. These things happen. Res

a transaction. My heart, a

nd the call, my screen f

request from Juli

s best

numb finger brushed aga

sharp and vivid, material

a. A blonde woman, Erica Beaumont, his first love, was

ing something in her ear that made her lau

seconds before it vanished. Juli

seconds w

rned onto the ba

emor wracked my body, not from cold, but from a

ost our

owing a welcome-home p

ut they weren't tears of grief. They

My gaze, reflected in the dar

ody, and ripped the IV needle from the back of

ge. This on

as o

n the hallway, I walked out of the roo

ed cage they called home. I w

I was goin