The Ice Prince's Runaway Fiancée

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cing in the air. Silence. Peace. My phone screen lit up on the counter. A message from my fianc

So I abandoned those identities and built this sanctuary

one pot wrapped in black plastic stood apart from the others-"Devil'

Fast-acting. Paralytic. Lethal in the wrong dose. The sup

nd lifted the heavy pot, carrying

from the alley and bu

teady it, and a thorn slipped through the

d dot welled up on my fingertip. I pressed my t

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stem. The shears clattered to the floor. I bent to pick them up, and the num

opened my mouth to scre

me in the same instant-a cage of flesh, with my mind trapped inside, screa

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ack of a Cadillac, my phone gripped so

d to the voice on the o

investigator's voice trembled. "The address is being sent to

and vanished on the very morning she was supposed to meet my grandmother. That woman's selfish dis

n, your grandmother is in critical

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in the fire, so hot it blurred my vision. Every mile, every

de me, picturing a face I'd only seen in

ng strides, and slammed my palm against the glass door of the flowe

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glass frame hitting the w

black suit, moving with the predatory grace of a beast. His

d the counter, hidden from sight, and for a flee

oss the room, over th

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s ignited-fury mingling wi

lowing me whole. "Finally found you," he growled, his

rong person. All that came out o

ved his lips. "Still playing games?" He crouched

oney. You ran." Each word landed like a

oded through me. He wasn't just looking for the wrong woman-he was fighting

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rowed. He grabbed my arm and hauled me

y body limp in his gri

d for the first time, genuine con

won't save you