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s of the walk-in freezer. The air was thick with the metallic scent of my blood, the biting cold,

phant disgust. She didn't look at the man's face. She was too busy staring at my tor

inted a manicured finger at Demetrius's broad, scarred back. "You throw away your engagement and defile the B

ith dramatic horror. "To think I raised you to be a proper lady. You are a di

er me, a flicker of unease breaking through his initial anger. Beside him, my older brother, Ken, was entirely silent. Ken wasn'

The military-grade aphrodisiac was still a dull, toxic ache in my veins, but t

, but I locked them, refusing to cower bef

hrough the freezing air. I let out a cold, humorless smile. "Hailey, the man you paid is

I had slapped her. All the color drained from her cheek

I-I don't know what you're talking about! Don't try to deflect your disgusti

her own grave wi

He didn't yell. He didn't defend himself. He simply finished adjusting the cuffs

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is chest, and then illuminated his face. His expression was a mask

wenty degrees. The silence that followed was so heavy i

instincts, buried deep beneath her arrogance, finally woke up and screamed at her. You di

tle. Christian stumbled back a step, bumping into the heavy iron door. All the self

alized exactly whose shadow she had stepped into. She hadn't just insulted a man; sh

is dead, hollow gaze fixed on Hailey, radiating a murderous intent so pure it made th

ncrete corridor outside the freezer, breakin