One Year To Make Him Remember

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ass slick with condensation. The liquid inside had been laced with enough sedative to drop a horse, or so the chemist had promised.

ring his words. He was not swaying on his feet. He was just... smirking. "Something wrong, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice like ve

ce, his hands settling on my waist like he owned me. "Smile for the cameras, darling," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "Would not want our happy union to look forced, would we?" I forced a laugh, tilting my head like a blushing bride. "Oh, I don't know. I think forced is exactly what this is." His grip tightened, fingers diggi

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ot before I saw the flash of satisfaction in her eyes. This woman was going to be trouble. She

her voice sweet as poisoned honey. "Never underestimate a Vaughn." I grinned through the pain, blood dripping fr

r poured in, weapons raised. "Sir?" one of them barked. I didn't take my eyes off her. "Get her in the car." As I hauled her over my shoulder, her hair spilled

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od from his knuckles with a handkerchief. "Finally awake," he said, not looking up. "I was starting to think I hit you too hard." I tested the restraints. "You hit like a toddler." That got his attention. His gaze lifted, sharp as a scalpel. "And yet here you ar

sert stretched endlessly, the sky bruised with twilight. "Where are you taking me?" I demanded. Xavier smiled. "Someplace you can't run from me again." I exhaled slowly, calculating. "You're forgetting one thing." "Oh?

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de. "Find her," I snapped. But I already knew. Scarlett Vaughn didn't run from danger. She ran toward it. And God help me, I loved that about her. My phone