a Cro

gainst my windpipe. The raw, predatory fury in his am

e silver poison was incinerating his core from the inside out. But beneath that le

oodshot eyes, and the suffocating pressure on my throat eased by a

waste the

the acupressure pulse point on the inside of his right wrist. I channeled a

The muscles in his massive arm lock

stepped back, and took a d

f up against the headboard by sheer willpower. Even stripped o

, my eyes narrowing as

kin. More terrifyingly, the veins across his upper torso were swollen into grotesque, metal

est. "It has already reached the primary vessels around y

chill swept through the room, d

ngerous register. "The Decker family doesn't know anyth

d out with both hands, grabbed the collar of his ruined s

ng fabric echoed i

xposed to the dim light, covered in terrifying s

a seemingly defenseless woman had the a

wn at him with absolute authority. "What matters is that I'm the o

nneling a soft, dark-golden glow into my fingertips. Moving with blinding

ck arched off the bed, his abdominal muscles seizing as the

want to breathe," I

orce, manually driving the raging silver toxicity down along his central meridian, forcin

ectoral muscles. With every push, that intense, electric spark of the Mate bond surg

gritted out through clenched teeth, his ragge

concentration on regulating the ener

o the necessary therapeutic pressure, ruthless

receding beneath the surface of his skin. The violent trembling in his limbs

er of sweat from my brow. My palms were num

verish haze had cleared from his amber eyes, replaced by a sharp

is deep voice carrying the natural weight of a ruler. "Where

king over to the leather armchair near the window

ow," Houston said, his lips curving into a cold, dangerou

sting my chin on my hand. "Too bad

everage," Houston said, getting straight

ting his piercing gaze without a flicker of fear.