oom. He held a heavy, silver premi
s widened slightly at the sight of the bright red
ierce's hands. He didn't even bother
rder: "Leave. Now. Clos
d exited. The heavy mahogany double doors cli
muscle jumped in his jaw as he popped the metal latches open, his mov
gauze pads, and a roll of white medica
er heart ached with a profound, suffo
silk tie from her wrist. He tossed the expensiv
sed the cold, chemical-soaked antisepti
r body instinctively pulled back, s
arm firmly in place, his fingers digging slightly into her ski
rcasm: "What's wrong? That hurt? For someone who supposedly
d her muscles to relax, remaining perfectl
osecond. He gently, almost reverently, cleane
ped it carefully around her wrist, applyin
ry ounce of courage she had left to explain her past
s raspy but clear: "Julian lied to
roze com
rom his fingers. It bounced off the matt
d to drop ten degrees. His posture t
s were filled with a violent, swi
comforter. He pinned her back against the tuf
are never leaving this penthouse for Julian Car
tried to force out the words: "I hate h
gony: "You tried to kill yourself as a negotiation tactic? To
epped back, stumbling slightly as if he h
trembling hand through his perfectly sty
maining medical supplies, a raw display of his explosive frustration. Cordelia
h plummeted. She realized her poorly chosen words ha
He didn't look back. He left her entirel
/1/115891/coverbig.jpg?v=b5e07fe946b23f1f870b110eb2ee6aa3&imageMogr2/format/webp)