ug into Janet's wrist as she snatched the pho

between the bed and the wardrobe like a caged peacock. "Jax just bough

There was a slight, undeniable tremor in Kandy's fingers. Hyperarousal. Her

bragged, her voice pitching higher. "Four kids. Al

past life. The dark web IVF records. Jax Adler didn't have a bloodline. He was steril

f the Adler empire," Kandy declared, stopp

a black hair tie, and gathered her long hair into a tight, practical ponytail

pped her palm against the vanity mirror. T

y's furious gaze through t

deletion is?" Janet asked. Her voi

r like a foreign language. She quickly

ge nursing vocabulary for

ition was razor-sharp, picking apart the micro-expressions of Kandy's face. She didn't need any special powers to see the raw, de

oser. She thrust her index finger out, the shar

ndy spat, the words dripping with venom. "His o

t. It was an instinctual, violent urge to pro

d shot out. It wa

wrist, her thumb pressing precisel

er knees buckled as her entire arm

just a fraction

me again," Janet whispered, her v

arm against her chest. Tears of genuine physical pain welled in her

ied out, her voice trembling. "I saw Gay

exactly which report Kandy was talking about. The fake autopsy f

slow step t

r necrosis and high-dimensional physiologica

he wall. "You're delusional. A pathet

open the squeaky closet door, and dragged out a faded canvas

orse than the physical pain. She kicked out with her

r medical textbooks spilled out onto the flo

in the r

s went completely dead. The temperature

forced a laugh. "Taking your little picture books to the mans

liberate. She picked up the neurosurgery textboo

vy book against her side. She

f a prophecy, "those high-society elites you worship will be kneeling on

k and let out a hysterical, grating laugh. She clutched her st