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He simply released my jaw, turned, and led me

cent of expensive leather, old books, and the sharp, sterile bite of antiseptic. In the c

cian. He took one look at my Bergdorf suit and the cold, y

?" Finch scoffed, his voice dripping with aristocratic di

o examine the Patriarch's pale, parchment-like sk

e sterile walls. I turned to Dante. "It's the Prometheus Toxin. A synthetic neurotoxin engineere

. "Preposterous! Yo

shrieked. A flat, continuous tone pierced the room as

g his arrogance. He lunged for the defibrillat

a stainless-steel tray of surgical instruments. "The toxin makes the ne

ringe of the stabilizer I had synthesized in the underground. Finding the exact nerve cluster

eizing stopped. The monitor beep

at the monitor, then at me. The ice in his storm-colored eyes

oice a low rumble that vibrated in my che

gaze. "I don't want your money,

ed, his hand dropping instincti

en*. I cure your grandfather, and I play the perfect, untouchable wife to keep the vultures and rival fam

g loyalty, not sharing his throne. He searched my eyes for a trace of fear or bluff,

orner of his mouth. He didn't look aw

solute. "Call the lawyers. Draf

me, but he nodded stiffly. "I'll h

interr

to be treated like a dismissed employee. If I was going to be hi

y voice a silken threat. "Tomorrow morning, you pick me up yourself.

ng through his lethal aura. He was realizing I wasn't a c

opping briefly to my lips before meetin

op to make at the Russo penthouse to collect the last remnants of my past,