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but also something terrible. Dark and fascinating, his gaze locking onto mine sent an amazing surge through my body.

the magnificent house. My parents had pulled me here, under coercion into a marriage I had not wan

aire, the so-called "crippled heir" to Louis family wealth. someone notorious for hi

was-his w

and oppressive quiet between us cracked. The apartment was fantastic, luxurious, the sort

d, trying to control my breath

a hurricane poised to strike. "That's what makes it so wonderfully ironic, don't you think?" Though it missed his gaze, his lips twisted into a smile.

though it rolled off his mouth like a ver

er myself. I'm not a pawn.

ndeed. Still, you'll know yo

ut there was something more hiding behind it that I c

naturally I looked toward the sound. Alan's eyes flew to the door, and for a few seconds

id, his voice once

thout thinking. Though I knew it was

lutely for the door. My curiosity driving me into

of restrained fury, his posture rigid. Two guys stepped in front of hi

an said in a low, frighte

two without working at all. Walker, we are not here for negot

re. Something about these guys-the rigidity in their posture-made my gut turn around. Thi

Rather, his eye turned momentarily to mine

out of yo

fixed to the floor. Though I had no idea who these men were or why

pped forward. "I wouldn't be too certain of yourself, Alan. You

fingers tightened on the doorframe, his knuckles white. Before he turned

don't need a reminder." Nevertheless,

s going to happen that would fundamentally alter eve

gainst the wall. The other man jumped for Alan; he was faster, his motions fluent, controlled, an

rm free. Walker, you are unable to accomplish this. You no l

the man's neck more tightly. "Try i

movements' sheer power and ferocity were both frightening and thrilling. His

adn't yet mentioned: they were out of time. T

lan's hold and pushed his friend away, "We'll b

irled over me like a hurricane. We had terrible tension, a blazing, silent storm. The sorrow hu

eplaced by something more visceral. With his eyes narrowing, as if examining whe

t now something happened. Those men were whom? Furthermore, why had they singled out Alan? Though

ing to speak. My voice was barely above a w

is features shrouded. His big shoulders raised and fell with each stea