The Savior He Rejected For Her Evil Sister

e part for my sister, Isabella. My bone marrow

entually see me. I was the one who saved

d down outside the jazz clu

pristine body, while I was crushed

to find Isabella accusing

lies. He only saw his

ered, his eyes cold. "

ing my bones, watching the man I loved cover Isa

rash days later. Trapped and bleedi

n at Isabella's scratched arm. He picked h

the bond in

tte tape on his desk-the recording of me si

e had tortured his true s

pte

phin

It was a phantom sensation, a somatic flashback to the needle that had pierced my hip repeatedl

hand flew to my chest, clutching the thi

y window. The narrow cot

ng table. I was back in the

red circle around tomorrow's date loomed l

r creak

ped inside. He didn't look at my face. He scanned me with

wake," he

velope onto the

he said. "One way.

ould have begged. I would have promised

r curling his lip. "We can't have a Wolfless runt shaming us. Your scent.

your things, Seraphina. Don't make a scene. The best se

ion was gone. I had tried for years to reach them th

inded by silver poison. I had poured my life force into him, feeling the electric sn

tch's brew and my stolen blo

he sorrow in my chest had hard

," I

by the lack of resistance. "

was gaunt, but deep in my irises, a speck of silver fla

is dead to me

s and a stash of cash I'd h

passed Isabella's portrait. S

," I thought. "The b

ooked up at the moon, making a si

xt, but a command overrid

Come to the p

is dominance hooked into my nervous system.