d my lips, the sound swallo

was his secret. And now, I was pregnan

not

makeup with a steady hand, a practiced ritual of masking the ex

me to Xander's undergroun

gitimate shipping warehouse. As my car pulled up to t

ck Rolls-Royc

a deep furrow forming between my brows. Xander detested such ostentatious displays within his inner s

and walked down the dimly lit corr

f flesh hitting padding ech

he edge of the

cting a young woman's combat stance. His hands lingered on her waist, gu

er head to wipe sw

veins seemed t

as G

aced the fine wool of my sleeve, pressing over

ly's smuggling warehouse had been burned to ash by ri

d in a dark, rain-slick

s jagged blade to my arm to shield her face. I had soaked the pa

ital bed for three days, weepin

black market operations had sat on my desk; even her introduction to Xander had been purch

sed to train an outsider,

bered how he had voluntarily extended her training hours. He

her warehouse were systematically slaughtere

y room. Gianna had raised a crystal glass of ch

ate gratitude would be to