Castan
not daring to move. Last night, the wolfsbane whiskey had finally knocked Jaxon out on the foyer sofa-but his
, his burning chest pressed against m
. The dizzying scent, the blood rushing under my skin, the sudden calm in my soul, my i
at the nape of my neck burned and ached, and my body
ot love. I pinched his wrist and tried t
s arm tightened and pulled me straight back into his chest. His stubbled cheek un
nightstand-a small sandalwood box sat there. Last night,
r. Inside was a handwritten card and a pair of custom platinum and obsidian cufflinks carved with
w treasured our anniversary-while my own
he sleepiness in his gray-blue eyes cleared instantly
man lef
headboard and rubbed h
said flatly, handing the box
cufflinks, his expression co
ed through the room. Then a weepi
ht? My legs hurt so much, and I'm
ned. Brittany.
But Jaxon had just woken from wolfsbane liquor with his mental shields wide open, an
instantly. He threw off the
ame up at headquart
it jacket without
ittany, aren't you?" I
e door and looked
If she hadn't taken that silver blade for me back th
f the bed and tossing the sandalwood box into the drawer. "Ha
itude crossed his eyes. He let
deep in the hidden lining of my dress, and washed my face. Ten minutes later, an official Mind-Link summons from the
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