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the revolving glass doors of the Medical Center. A freezing gust

nd a cold autumn rain was washing over the

ked, heavy wedding gown, I walked

wet lace gloves, the old scars on my wrists be

d my memories back to another po

ect the South Ridge border alone for the first time, only to walk righ

in the mud and used a poisoned pure silver dagger t

ined forever, ending my career as a prodigy cellist overn

htmare was Darrin, who had broken through th

nth, holding my bandaged hands and swearing o

m my whole heart and stayed faithfu

is life for me had thrown me away

puddle by the curb, throwing dirty ra

wn at the mud dripping from my hem,

right beside me, and blinding

d saw a fiery red Aston Martin sports ca

own slowly, revealing a heavily made

bride, Miss Isabella Norris?" Chloe Clarke's sh

ood Pack and my sworn enemy since childhood; our tw

ick you out of the Medical Center? Where's your luxury escort?" She ra

at smirk off her face, but right now I did

od for your trash talk," I said col

of heavy engines coming from the end of the street-the

speeding toward us, the lead car beari

andon down, he was coming to put on his di

re was no way I was letting him ca

rabbed the door handle of Chloe's Aston M

d, heavy skirt into the cabin, squeezed int

my custom leather seats if you ruin them?" Chlo

he side mirror at the approaching

u? Get out of my car!" Chloe glared

you lost two million dollars of Blackwood Pack public funds at a

ritted her teeth, cursed under her breath, a

ke an arrow into the rain, leaving Darrin

ight nerves could relax, the air inside