se

nging the penthouse i

ly gripping the small porcelain jar filled

oward Blaine's private study, sto

meant placing all m

ned the brass handle an

t warm amber light acro

ive mahogany desk, holding

nn manor, ceased speaking immediately, bowed his head to me

whiskey, and Blaine's overwhel

me with his glowing amber eyes, w

d set the white porcelain ja

he asked, his vo

your legs," I

le, swirling the whiskey in his glass.

s system," I said, cutting straight to the truth. "And I know your Lycan bloodline is

his face, replaced by a te

ands flat on the desk. "Who told

can smell the silver rot from across the room. This ointment is synthesize

n reached out, uncorking the

scent is different from th

red specifically to dissolve deep-tissue silver toxicity.

se suspicion. "And what

"I want the Glenn family destroyed, and I wa

ression. "A heavy price for a jar of gr

cked up his silver letter opener, and sliced

lled fro

the blue ointment and sm

eeding stopped, and the skin knitted closed

ed slightly before darkeni

ve him time

re his wheelchair and rea

tensing beneath my hands

pant leg, exposi

ath his skin, choking the circulation

lowing eyes. "Do you have the

eathing deepening as the tempera

g to a gravelly whisper. "If you cross me, Elise,

," I

ointment onto my palms and pressed both hands fi

in a sharp,

ty flared between our skin, rushing str

ressure along his blocked meridians, working th

laine did n

eyes was slowly swallowed b

is touch, our fates were