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not daring to move. Last night, the wolfsbane whiskey had finally knocked Jaxon out on the foyer sofa-but his

, his burning chest pressed against m

. The dizzying scent, the blood rushing under my skin, the sudden calm in my soul, my i

at the nape of my neck burned and ached, and my body

ot love. I pinched his wrist and tried t

s arm tightened and pulled me straight back into his chest. His stubbled cheek un

nightstand-a small sandalwood box sat there. Last night,

r. Inside was a handwritten card and a pair of custom platinum and obsidian cufflinks carved with

w treasured our anniversary-while my own

he sleepiness in his gray-blue eyes cleared instantly

man lef

headboard and rubbed h

said flatly, handing the box

cufflinks, his expression co

ed through the room. Then a weepi

ht? My legs hurt so much, and I'm

ned. Brittany.

But Jaxon had just woken from wolfsbane liquor with his mental shields wide open, an

instantly. He threw off the

ame up at headquart

it jacket without

ittany, aren't you?" I

e door and looked

If she hadn't taken that silver blade for me back th

f the bed and tossing the sandalwood box into the drawer. "Ha

itude crossed his eyes. He let

deep in the hidden lining of my dress, and washed my face. Ten minutes later, an official Mind-Link summons from the