a Cro
gainst my windpipe. The raw, predatory fury in his am
e silver poison was incinerating his core from the inside out. But beneath that le
oodshot eyes, and the suffocating pressure on my throat eased by a
waste the
the acupressure pulse point on the inside of his right wrist. I channeled a
The muscles in his massive arm lock
stepped back, and took a d
f up against the headboard by sheer willpower. Even stripped o
, my eyes narrowing as
kin. More terrifyingly, the veins across his upper torso were swollen into grotesque, metal
est. "It has already reached the primary vessels around y
chill swept through the room, d
ngerous register. "The Decker family doesn't know anyth
d out with both hands, grabbed the collar of his ruined s
ng fabric echoed i
xposed to the dim light, covered in terrifying s
a seemingly defenseless woman had the a
wn at him with absolute authority. "What matters is that I'm the o
nneling a soft, dark-golden glow into my fingertips. Moving with blinding
ck arched off the bed, his abdominal muscles seizing as the
want to breathe," I
orce, manually driving the raging silver toxicity down along his central meridian, forcin
ectoral muscles. With every push, that intense, electric spark of the Mate bond surg
gritted out through clenched teeth, his ragge
concentration on regulating the ener
o the necessary therapeutic pressure, ruthless
receding beneath the surface of his skin. The violent trembling in his limbs
er of sweat from my brow. My palms were num
verish haze had cleared from his amber eyes, replaced by a sharp
is deep voice carrying the natural weight of a ruler. "Where
king over to the leather armchair near the window
ow," Houston said, his lips curving into a cold, dangerou
sting my chin on my hand. "Too bad
everage," Houston said, getting straight
ting his piercing gaze without a flicker of fear.
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