of a second heartbeat
c's corridor. Just one week later, and the monitor had shown two distinct sparks of life.
s now, I might never
sts. When they had performed the procedure, they hadn't breathed a word about twins. To t
When the Foster doctors heard, they figured the investment had failed. Once Eth
ves now rested entir
he clinic for over an hour. I stood up and moved to
her is fading! Get
as a hoarse, brok
ercrest Holdings pulled their support and the family business colla
I had a jagged relationship with him; I couldn't forgive the way he'd betrayed my mother with
a disaster zone when I arrived. Natali
ing a shallow whistle, his eyes clouded. When he
firmary?" I asked, gripping his col
the credits for a private ward?" Denise Harp
rters pay a fortune for the marriage con
how much debt your father racked up trying to keep the franchise afloat? Don't look at me like
ormed out, leaving a trail of
d been the one to teach me to skate, and the though
, sniffling as I leaned over the bed. "
ars, his voice a low, broken rasp. "Collins... my son. I failed you...
ing mine sudd
few days, my world had been upended: I was bound to a man who hated me, carrying two cubs I couldn't cl
s a gray, rain
hs. After the service, Denise headed to a nearby lounge with the few remai
me and my mother stand
om?" I asked, stari
ce hollow. "I do. Even now,
tand. "Then why
hate arrives," she sighed. "It's a love-hate bo
three days dealing with the arrangements, and not a single soul from the Silvercrest pa
aze with light. The sound of laughter and clinking
a Bennett spotted
my eyes, and her smile faltered. "It's pourin
n my trench coat. My boots were caked with cemetery mud
ced at the lounge. Ethan's inner circle was evaluating me l
eather sofa. He was wreathed in expensive tobacco smoke, h
though, was the wom
ng to the imagination. She was leaning into Ethan's space, her own cigare
she said. "The 'consort' Margaret picked out. She has... interesting taste. You're quite
and clearly you've got the curves the
te in my voice se
Ethan's side? I'm Chelsea Tierney. Even if you have the
ised h
AS
dollar bottle of vintage wine from the side table and smashed it against the marb
were white as I gripped the jagged neck
, my voice vibrating with a grief-fuele
r boy" they'd heard about was gone. Standing
d a cloud of smoke. He didn't move, his
d stormed to my room, slamming the door w
ly, any noise over a whisper made him snap. That door sl
the kid's father died this week. H
was her birthday, and she'd intended to mark her territory. She returned to Etha
out. He picked up his glas
lsea," he said, his
u," she w
zor-edged warning. "Collins Parker isn't a target. Even if he's just a str
divorce... he'll be no
he's something I no longer want, I
fell into a heavy sleep. When I
l ache in my gut. I threw on a robe and headed for the kit
dy, Collins!" Pat
ble. I was about to reach for
ne was worth thirt
For fermented grapes? "Are you
a warning. You break another piece of my prope
the bacon on my plate and felt a sudden, violent surge of n
to your liking?
cking to greens
awyer, Attorney Lucas Grant. As I headed out, Eth
ay, the cold wind hit me, and the nausea returned with a ven
e me. The window rolled down, and Eth
he know? Could a High Alpha
aring at the window. "I think I jus
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