line

ary. I had the diagnostic report tucked into an inner pocket of my dress, the thin pa

tangled mess. He was my 'husband,' the father of my child

ors prescribed. It is a rare antidote for silver poisoning. It must be applied to the Alpha'

by Martha or a designated nurse. B

e green paste had a

of Hayward's pajama top. His arm was corded with muscle, a testa

e balm and gently began to

skin, a strange jolt, like a tiny spark of elect

imagined it, and the

rose from him, clean and sharp like a pine forest after a fresh snow. It made my head feel light, my thoughts fuzzy. It w

ing myself not to be ridiculou

was broad and solid, and I could feel the ste

y I had never experienced, and it felt

ing to finish the task

irectly above his heart, a low groan,

and back as if

thing growing rapid and shallow.

I cried ou

widening at the sight. "

was t

hat had been sealed shut

were sharp, focused, and utterly devoid of the grogginess of s

e. It was a look of pure, undiluted revulsi

e was not just sound-it was

t o

nd could even process it. My knees bent, my head lowered, my feet began to move

ing that had been sleeping, sealed away-stirred. It was small, bar

w that I had not instantly submitted. I filed that

with disgust. "Dangelo. You carry his stench

rse. He believed I had betrayed him with Dangelo. He beli

of his presence. The air thickened, and

hed in, stood frozen in the doorway, t

fixed on me, his hostili

umbled from the room, escaping the suffocating pressure of his presen

m. But I was not just r

to get away from him. The waking Alpha was a thou