chards
rotting memories of the cemetery. Twenty minutes later, the tires hissed against the pristin
reality. The jump from a muddy, forgotten gr
a tailored uniform and immaculate white gloves pull
k of my heels echoing across
urity instantly stiffened his spine and offered a crisp, silent nod. I didn't break my stride.
ate, gold-trimmed lift at the back. I pressed my thumb against the bi
a luxury; it was a psychological necessity born f
ning directly into my two-hun
zying, unobstructed panoramic view of the sprawling Los Angeles skyline. Down there, p
lessly onto a custom Italian leather sofa that cost more than m
sland in the kitchen and poured m
, to wash away the lingering, nauseating residue of
n my esophagus, and I let out a long, shuddering exhale. The v
hone sitting on the glass coffee table
ttered the dead silen
he screen. The name *Collin* f
corners of my mouth involuntarily twitched upward into a soft, genuine smile. This
aned my hip against the edge of the
the devastatingly handsome, sh
h the sleeves rolled up. Through the glass behind him, the towering skyscrapers of New York l
the camera, the ruthless, predatory coldness he showed the wor
velly voice vibrated through the phone's tiny sp
dening. "No. I just went to
lutely refused to let the ghost of Clayton
of messy, dark hair popped up fro
ace into the frame. He had the exact same
t voice chirped. "When are you co
t. I reached out, my fingertips gently brushing th
, Mommy will be home v
een to a nanny. When he looked back at the camera,
m a doting husband to a dangerous predator sensing a threa
re a single syllable could escape my l
uares. Collin's proprietary, military-grade en
, a terrifyingly imposin
ather, Alaric
throne inside his European estate. His silver hair was slicked back, and his thum
ou," Alaric's voice boomed, thick with the terrifyin
e ring and stared dir
I will wipe the entire Greene family off
enuine, bubbling laugh. The sheer, overwhelming magnitude of thei
ing men on the planet, my chest
r, and I am going to take it a

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