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Chapter 4

Word Count: 895    |    Released on: 01/07/2025

ecked my vitals. He was one of Marcus' s men, a former fie

," he said, his voice laced with clinical concern. "Given her hi

s arms crossed, a storm of suspici

final. "You will treat her here. Bring what

ed. "As you wi

ouldn' t risk me being out of his sight, not e

ne solution-I let my eyes flutter shut. I began to mutter

promised... the b

I knew would resonate with him. I was planting seeds of do

feel his presence, his intense focus. "Wha

smoothly. "It' s common. The mind

I knew the name would strike him. It was the founda

the performance, letting my breathing become shallow. The heart monitor, a device Ma

exander' s iron control. "Wha

minister a stabilizer," the doctor said,

xander demanded, grab

r lied, looking Alexander straight in the eye. "If we don' t

g me, his prized possession, was more than he cou

e life-saving drug, he leaned close to m

He' s moving up the date. It' s

a frantic rhythm that had nothing to

. The beeping on the monitor slowed to a steady, normal pace. "

He looked utterly defeated. He was so consumed by his fear of

mething he couldn't ignore. The moment he was gone, the doctor returned. It was

for," he said, a smile playing on his lips. He sa

ngs are real," I replied, sittin

tray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was cold. "When this is o

away, my

that. You get your revenge and control of Vance' s comp

itation in his eyes before he masked

s terrified. He thinks you'

him, I heard a sound from

xan

of a man' s voice in my room, had heard my own clear, awake tone. His panic, however, was now so profound t

the brink of losing the one thing he believed kept him whole. It was the

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