Sold To The Shadow King: Reborn Revenge

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at played so well on camera, was arranged in a mask of concern. But his eyes... his eyes were filled with a carefully constructed anguish. A flicker of so

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wasn't hell. This wasn't the afterlife. This was the St

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champagne, the bubbles rising in a cheerful, mocking dance. "Here. Dr

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ough to drop a horse, mixed with a hallucinogen to make her compliant, to make her memory fuzzy.

into the high-thread-count cotton until she felt one of t

's tone hardened

the terror down, burying it deep in her g

y, unused. She cleared her throat and looked

campaign. The Majority Leader is on board, but Director Charles is his gate

His fingers brushed hers. His skin

she said, testing the weight of th

naive, pathetic woman.

each his eyes. "Of course, Gina. You are

ife. Not par

e of her silk robe created a perfect curtain. Behind it, she poured the champagne not onto the soil, but directly into the ceramic pot's deep, decorative water rese

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e didn't look at the plant. He checked his watch. "Good girl. Mr. Charles wi

last time, not with regret, but with the appraisal of

ght outside

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the door latch ec

ess vanished instantly, replaced by a clarity

om adrenaline. She ran to the bathroom, splashing freezing water on

the mirror. It wasn't a

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lounge, arranging her limbs in a pose of drug-induced lethargy. She

open with agg

did not walk i

ector of the NSA. The "Shadow King" of D.C. The man rumors said was a crippled, imp

around and locked the d

e was devastatingly handsome in a brutal, sharp-edged way. His eyes were dark, int

Brandon said. His voice was low, vibrating with

whimper. She

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She swung her legs off the chaise an

. He stopped his wheelc

wrong,"

ocking with his. She saw the flicker of surprise in his dark p

her hands on the armrests of his wheelchair, trapping him. She

s drugged," she said sof

tched toward his w

om his ear. "I know your legs aren't atrophied. I know you can walk. And I know you'r

lute, suffoca

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of a striking cobra. His fingers wrap