ce settled ov
r of suspicion marred her expression. Ly
you sure?"
er. He lives isolated up in that cliffside estate... P
," Lysandra replied smoothly, before
uine emotion-a fierce, protective desperation-ble
andma is sick! The climate up on tha
every single one of her medications and every shift in her mood. Separating us now would be cruel to her, and irresponsible of me. Besides, it would do Mr. Montc
to Maurice's obsession with status and reput
her mask of sisterly concern crackin
mpanions in that mausoleum of his... or so I
voice held a quiet, absolute finality that left no r
alone?" Dyana asked, her
If Lysandra didn't have a suitor, their father would force Hunter
she said, turning back to her father with unwavering resolve. "Mr. Montclair's a
t time. There was a new, hardened strength to her-a steel he had never w
d word to Mr. Montclair. I'll inform him of Dyana's matc
things to hit him. Warm and sharply metallic
old bloomed in his chest, draining the
r's cold eyes as he drove the sword through his heart... a
ther office chair, his claws snapping out and shredding the thick armrests as if they were we
tely alien. Late afternoon sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling win
ade were buried to the hilt, but wh
er the traitors he had foolishly welcomed into his home. But the tension instantly drained from his sh
in Logan's frantic state. He quietly shut the door and kept a respectful distance. His calm gray eyes swept the room, taking in
cended, digging sharply into his lower lip. A boiling, feral rage clawed at his insides,
Kael asked, tracking Logan as he pa
. Her sister, and her brother-in-law-the ones I
to anyone," Kael replied, using the slow, mea
won't be signed until next week. And that'
oice abruptly died in his throat as his eyes locked onto Kael's
Logan-a man who despised physical contact-suddenly closed the di
to his bodyguard. "That's why you weren't at the lunch my damned wife dragged me to," he growled, his furious glar
by the arm before Logan coul
ce-worry that the curse was finally rotting his Alpha's mind. "And you aren't married yet. I came in here specifically to tell you that Ma
ard, a violent wave of confusion washing over him
he could physically dislodge the contradiction. "I married Dyana... We've
ough a deep crease for
rs would be offered to you. It was just a nightmare. Probably brought
eal. I lived through an entire year of it! Dyana was my wife on paper, but she was screwing Hunte
into my food or my drink. And then Hunter drove his sword straight through my chest! I felt my life blee
man could just invent that level of detail, or fake
that actually happened, you'd be dead. I'd be planning yo
s bit into his own palms, sending the sharp tang of fresh blood into the air
l suggested, choosing his words with extreme care. "Your bloodline's connection to the moon and the cycle of life and death runs deep. What you saw... it co
the rigid tension slowly drain
ws slid back into his fingertips. "Maybe that's all it was. But the feeling..
ra Dubois chose you. Not Dyana. But she came with a condition. Her sick grandmother, Lucylle S
lage lights were just beginning to flicker on again
n who, in his "dream" or "premonition," had stoo
the darkness swallowed him whole... And
crimson glow that had nearly faded from his eyes flared back to life
east rumbled. Alert. A
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