The Surgeon's Debt: Bound To The Beast

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and dragged them across her knuckles. The friction burned, a necessary penance, but just as the bristles threatened to break the skin, her hands froze. No. She cou

on her ID badge. But deep in the recesses of her mind, buried under layers of survival instinct and fear, was another name. Ye Jiuting. She hadn't spoken those syllables

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her office

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the man's heavy torso. She interlocked her fingers,

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had turned to stone. Sweat dripped from Isela's chin, landing on the patient's unmo

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for the drone of the machin

death,

reached for the sheet to pull it over Agent B

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dressing gown, clutching a string of pearls so tightly her knuckles w

Isela said, trying to keep her voice st

icured finger at the metal tray next to the bed. "

ger. Lying on the tray

antibiotic," Isela said. "Cefa

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, it wasn

ho ran the lower decks like a personal fiefdom. He was flanked by th

. He looked at Isela. His gaze craw

n said, his voice a gravelly rumble. He stepp

The sudden volume made Isela flinch. "She gave

ed Isela by the shoulder. His fingers dug into her trapezius m

issed. "I need to secur

uston sneered. He pushed her back against the

ece of paper and threw it at Isela. The sharp corner of the heavy

Mrs. Best

wn. She unfolded it. It was a medical his

Allergies: Cephalosp

blood

e shift. The system flagged 'No Known Allergies'. And the syringe..." She looked at Miller, who was cowering by the cart. "

were negligent. Or maybe... maybe someo

ssing between Mrs. Best and Huston.

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" Isela said, her voice

melled of stale tobacco and mints. "That sounds like a conspiracy

n't just about framing her. It was about breaking her. If she was a mur

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c attempt, but it caught him off gu

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surged forward. They

ine, and morphine exploded on the floor.

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liquid left in the hub of

, near the window. The oce

ue electricity. "Don't make this messy, Isela. We can work something out. You come with

ear. Become his toy, o

igning a faint on the sofa. She looked at

t the needle

happened, it proved the allergy report was a fake, or that the cause of death

nly way to prove she hadn't loaded i

s voice trembled, but her hand w

oking to crush her. His heavy hand closed over hers, sque

e plastic barrel as sweat made her palms

bone, the needle slipped. Isela gasped as the sharp tip drove deep into the soft flesh of her forearm. The