tte
ing room. Outside, in the tense silence of
s of the medical staff died instantly. Everyone straightened their shoulders and
hall, a tall, imposing figure mo
g, Evande
d dark suit that looked more like lethal armor. His piercing blue ey
is deep, resonant voice l
aining Candace's condition and the fact
a dangerous, unreadable flicker passed through his eyes. He
nna burst into the hallway. He looked flustered and annoyed;
shameless harlot! Who told you to co
atrically. "I was just worried about
epping in front of Hanna. "She's my girl
trash here while your grandmother is dying, and the
ackled wit
lte
a shout. But it carried the full, c
ering in sheer terror. A sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead.
tal, not a stage for your pathetic domestic dramas. If you can
inated, reduced to nothing by a single sentence. He wanted to argue, but the Alpha's power held him in a c
red light above the OR
e surgical mask from my face. I was bone-tired, but a
" I announced. "The blockag
er the hallway. Beverly rushed for
, my eyes traveled do
stop
e shadows. And his eyes-those impossibly blue, sho
m. The scent of cold ced
nt hours mending in another's ch
ssed in that filthy stall... was Evande
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