Rising From Ashes: The Assassin Bride's Comeback

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thetic sight-a powerful Alpha and his scheming mistress, reduced to fumbling with bu

spread quickly, a liquid fire pouring through my veins. My breath

d rage of a killer or the wounded pride of

compro

inhabited. The wedding feast. The toasts. A glass of champagne pressed into her h

mething very

eping up my neck, the slight tremor in my hands. His

s sweetening, becoming heavy and alluring. It was th

in mock horror. "Sister, what's wrong with you? Your scent.

situation to her advantage,

lust. The puzzle pieces clicked into place in his mind, forming a picture that made perfec

He started to advance on me again, a cruel smile playing on his lips

g my limbs feel heavy and my thoughts slow. But my will w

apped forward, and I threw the silver letter opener. Not at h

with a deaf

h to alert the guards stationed outside the bridal suite. It w

e noise, his advance

ll the tim

he floor-to-ce

to escape!" Da

fury. He charged after me, his hand ou

spring. I put every ounce of my remaining strength into

bling backward, a look o

e tremble, but my eyes were still chips of ice.

ard," twisting the knife of Dahlia

out a piece of calculated misdirection. "Go ask my father. Ask

tion from a doormat into a fighter. A history of abuse would e

d at me, their minds trying t

rtain, fumbled with the latch on the window, and threw it open

angerous fall for a normal person. B

. Then I let go, twisting my body in mid-air. I hit the soft grass of the lawn below, tucking my s

of disbelief. They saw me rise to my feet, my movements swift

shadows of the estate

l suite. Caleb was left with a shattered vase, a lie about my past, and a bride who had va