Engaged To A Coldhearted Murderer

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to my arm, beam

t, Cannon,"

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ald brooch, a family heirloom, co

, she had refused to gi

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face swelling, lips turning blue. Every breath was a rasping battle he was losing,

voice was a frantic whisper against the roar

emergency kit was empty. I' d given him the last EpiPen m

eurosurgery wing doesn't allow phones," a cold voice reminde

enching. I had to fo

stark white light against the oppressive night. This was Cannon's

my arms, his once bright eyes now glazed and unfocused. My

p! Anaphylactic shock!"

approached, a strained smile on her face. Her name tag read 'Brittnie Snow, H

ed?" Her voice was smooth, but her ey

Gabe tighter. "Severe peanu

ing form. "Bring him this way. We'll get him stabilized

e gestured to a gurney. I gently laid Gabe do

Immediately," I plead

cing the air near a sterile tray

tion battling within me. I just wanted my s

picked up a syringe, but then paused. Her eyes, a startl

re on m

och pinned to my lapel. My mothe

my veins. The air in the room seem

managed to ask, my voice

e brooch, a strange, possessive glint in her eyes

nge back down. The click echoe

, her voice now devoid of any warmth.

trying to project some authority. "And this is Gabe, his b

n never mentioned he had a 'mother' who looked like she just s

nected with my cheek with a sharp, stinging slap that snapped my

lled with the coppery taste

I yelled, clutching my

'm Brittnie Snow, Head Nurse of this VIP wing. And soon," she paused,

abe's gasping form. "You won't be nee