already showered and changed into a perfectly tailored charcoal gray suit, every inch the ruthless CEO of

voice was flat, devoid of emotion. "You're awake. Get rea

lm. She walked toward him, her footsteps silent on the thick run

before she could touch him, a subtle, delib

tic mix of regret, confusion, and a coldness that was clea

night changes anything?" he

idn't do drugs," she said, her voice clear and

le touched his lips. "I

ere useless. But

ner wrist. The same wrist she had bitten open hours ago in front of him. It w

she said

cked-a hairline fracture in the wall he had spen

I was framed." She lowered her arm but kept her eyes locked on his. "I came back to prove that to you. One

wrapped her arm around his waist, pressing

he fine wool of his suit. "Don't send

the walls he'd just rebuilt. He was torn. His mind screamed that it was a trick, a calculated, manipulative plo

but his movements we

voice strained. "I'll

is voice clipped and authoritative as he ordered him to c

ret victory blooming in her ch

ntly etched with professional concern. He examined Asha's wrist, frownin

thought," Asha said evenly

of blood. Darien stood by the entire time, his face a thunderous mask, his eyes fixed on Asha. He didn't say a word, bu

en took the vial himself. He turn

nce again cold and distant, "you are not to leave this m

had seen the impossible. The healing arts of her past life had done what no argument could-they had shaken