Substitute Marriage: Healing My Disabled Husband

Holm

two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle-lunged up the steps,

f an inch to the left so his f

my left palm onto the back of his neck, shoved down, an

rd's eyes bulged white, and his massive frame rolle

ore roaring and rushing me in a triangle

ight leg down in a vertical axe kick, slamming the hard sole of m

in, his body flying backward and crash

s on the landing in a backflip, scissored my legs ar

foyer into a marble support pillar, knocki

. I flicked a long silver needle from my palm, driving

clattering to the stone as he

ed. Four elite security guards l

frozen, her mouth hanging op

off my boot cuff and walke

d! If you touch a hair on my head, m

until her heels

my right hand, and lifted her off her feet, pinnin

lothes and throw me out of Kensi

ve with my left hand and pressed the f

rs welling in her eyes as she bit

handgun from his waist, only to find I was us

of the hall were shoved open by two black-clad attendan

s in the hall of Kensington-w

thud. A tall man over seventy in a dark gray wool coat strode in surrounded by a d

man, Ellie burs

s going to slash my face, and she crip

let go of her neck, and smoothed down th

swept past the groaning guards on

my cargo pockets and met his ga

dly in his ear. Archibald tapped his ebony cane against th

t daughter Hollis

Mr. Arc

randfather. The old man's eyes narrowed, and he