Rebirth: Embracing My Obsessive Uncle

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ad through her veins, a burning, stinging pain on her skin. The nurse'

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al hospital, her hands and

as thick as a baby's arm, grabbed her arm,

the first thing that c

ed face like she was inspecting a broken doll. "Still twitching. Three

oice down. "She's off the family ledger, dead to them. Just a madwo

ide the bed, her voice dropping to a mock-tender cr

didn't I? She actually believed I loved her. God, you have no id

sn't matter now, though." She picked up the syringe from the tray, turning it in the light so th

n of the final poison, the fear before death-all o

yes snap

ound tearing at her throat. Her

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ental hospital

tte clearly visible under the glaring fluorescent light. S

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body moved before her mind could catch up, h

e, left with a basket of untouched get-well gifts. She didn't hesi

t, leaning forward as if to soothe her, b

lun

strength into the motion, driving the

lowed by the slick, warm wetness that soaked through t

ed, but he didn't step back. Instead, his hand shot

ri

rowl, laced with disbelief a

rm. Her fingers went numb, and the smal

nstant. Julian-the one she had just stabbed

erson she'd just attacked was none other than the head of the Sinclair dynasty-the same man whose name made Wall

d without looking at t

bowed their heads and retreated, c

but a primal terror still held her in its grip. Ignoring the spreading stain on his shirt,

edar and old money filled her nostr

mptons

is deep gray eyes fixed on her, burning with an

. He shifted slightly in his chair, his long fingers trailing deliberately over t

eyes-those beautiful, lethal eyes-were all ice. Deep, bottomless

was he standing here, breathing, looking at her like that? Her heart pounded as her gaze tore away from him, sweeping frantically across the room. The mahogany furniture,

date was circled. It was the day he had first taken her from c

as re

ry beginning o

her, the image of his cold, impassive face now warring with the

sed that look-that stubborn, silent refusal to yield. "Still trying to fight me, lit

hand clamped around her jaw, his thumb pressing almost bruisingly into he

ses and demanding her submission. He breathed his dark control straig