ano
chill in my marrow that even the heavy
body waging a silent, desperate war to
inct honed over years of walking on eggshells-always listening fo
u have to b
a frantic hi
my door. They must have assumed t
e. "Omegas are built to endure. Once she heals, she'll come crawling back. Where
. "About the elevator? About the silver coating on t
stuttered
ota
ccident. Isabelle h
new? Or he suspected a
r stew for a week. Let her feel the cold. Then, I'll offer her a small scrap of kindness-maybe allow her to design a sh
in a
ull, bouncing around until they c
pet. A utility. Something t
hed away by a cold, hard rage. It started in my toes and
e me? He thought he could use
The ceiling was white, s
like tearing open fresh stitche
side of the bed just as
s wal
tched my sketchbook-the black leather-bound journal where I kept my *real* designs. Not the
ndifference. He flipped through the book casually. "I found this in your
sly pinching the corner of a page
rash," he said, his voice smooth. "It'
n" in real-time. Break me down, take what I
I mean, I *real
of his mouth. The weakness hidden be
dn't
trembled violently,
deliberate st
ice was raspy from disuse, lik
tugging at his lips. "Or what? Y
ung
r. It was the feral desperation
was shockingly strong, fueled
give it
lamped around his wrist. Th
years, I saw somethi
love. It w
as f
t the dog he thought he was training h
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