Substitute Marriage: Healing My Disabled Husband

Holm

, watching it flare up in a small blue flame before pinc

heelchair, his dark eyes track

hin three inches below the kneecap with my left hand, a

idn't flinch-not a single nerve reflex fired,

ps. Ten seconds later, the special sensor coating at t

it up against the firelight so

her, that crash was an excuse to hide w

knuckles turning white as he

ying to say? Spe

l. What took away your lower body function is a long

nto a white porcelain

d, his voice scraping out f

my cousin Jasper at the Harvard Medical Center and tested every week by

rganophosphorus-modified peptide compounds

ed straight down in

. It won't kill you. Its only job is to keep you rotting in this wheelch

together, his jawbone sharp a

rove your diag

proof? Tha

om my case, grabbed his left forearm, and

hemical reagent tube from my bag. Within three seconds of touching

glass tube strai

d it's the slow poison fed to yo

shoulders trembling slightly before a wave of raw murderous ra

eptide toxins and carry this kind of biochemical test...

ture and custom antidote can clear the toxin from your bone marrow w

he back of my neck, his rough calluses scrapin

d of whiskey as it br

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nce channels and family security clearances to decrypt every single undergr

n my nape

an, you're playing with fire. The water

me first, or if I drag every ghost h

feeling his racing heartbeat under my ha

ther headrest, his fingers brushin

ave free access to the master suite, but

e case into my ba

irst batch of nerve antidote. Until then, don't dr

ed guest bedroom inside the suit

y Bon

e before the dying fire, my fingers clenching the

ne from my pocket, dialed a secure

a Holmes's history over the past eight years. Even i