My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge

before wasn't from alcohol

ne was usually his favorite thing, a reminder of his dominion over the ci

eels of his hand

night, Alex. Absolutely feral. Who knew the mute wife had claws? And how the hell did sh

was looking at the divor

s all rights to

es all rights t

nted n

That was a transaction. That was business. But asking for nothing? That was a stat

tercom

as crisp. Dean Ivanovich from Harv

ghtened up. Thi

im th

r. Dean Ivanovich. To wh

ith authority. Alexander. I'm calling

Alexand

racle'. This person is the top of the field in neuro-regenerati

tighter. Neuro-regeneration?

by nerve damage from the 'incident' in the

ve. They don't take private clients. They don't d

er commanded.

slightly. The Oracle is... unconventio

parrot, Alexander said. If the

cker of hope igni

Guest Suite of t

s sparse, but she had transformed it into a command center. A secure lapt

adn't left the apartment since the club, avoiding Alexan

mail popped up

Dean I

: Vance

asking for you.

screen. A small, dry

back: Le

and opened a file nam

t the number Alexander h

swered

Lin, the head of the Neurology Department at Sterling University Me

g into a professional, commanding register. I reviewed the scans you upl

, Lin stammered.

ll come to the Medical Center tomorrow. In

hung

e guest room. There, wedged between a few nove

rried around the penthouse for three years to

ed at th

he trash can an

k hitting the bottom of t

he whispered to the empty