ella

rnoon. *In a coffin.* His promise echoed in my skull as Sofia parked

understanding nod. She knew the stakes. She had seen the fresh, angry marks Damien had left on my ski

suffocating scent of dried herbs and harsh antiseptic. An elderly Polish pharmacis

e detected?" I asked, keepi

t," he rasped, hi

sts inside my coat pockets. "Then I need the st

is head. "No. It is against God's will, *Pro

eel. "And is it not a greater cruelty to bring an unwanted child into a world

unadulterated desperation of a woman backed into a lethal corner. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he

e it immediate

manent silence-and hurried back out to the car, clutching the small bott

ien

indows of my penthouse office. I stared at the city, the amber liquid in my crysta

manded without

ski's Apothecary in the Polish Village this afternoon, Boss. I stayed in the alley across

y jaw clenc

high-class lady was asking

air like a guns

y throat. Last night, after I had finally broken the year-long wall between us in a fit of possessive rage, she had looked me de

ll a smo

heir. She thought she could use my own blood to trap me, to make herself an untouchable queen in my empire while p

d, sensing the letha

I felt for my wife in this moment was absolute. She wante

ly calm. "Tell them we are attending Countess De Luca's charity