Taming The Sinner: The Doctor's Cold Game

the metallic tang of fear. Authur's smirk deepened. He thought he had won. He thought this wa

t teach you how to serve at finishing school? Or

smile devoid of warmth, clinical and detached. It was the smile she

rt. Her fingers closed around a small, crinkled packet she alwa

e sound-snap, snap-was

ng her foot back slight

Helena sa

ead, her gloved hand shot out and clamped around Jasmin

asmine yelped, t

mine's lower calf and the heel of her foot. There was a patch of r

eyes with Jasmine. "I saw

froze.

t, didn't you?" Helena lied smoothly. She hadn't seen Jasmine's chart, b

" Jasmine

o a conspiratorial, pitying tone. She turned her head slightly to look at Authur, who was frowning,

into the closet, the towel around his waist s

loves, dropping them into a wastebasket in the corne

ding up and wiping her hands on her dress. "Very contagious. T

to Jasmine, horror dawning in his eyes. He took

the fur coat slipping off her shoulders. "It's

ored. "But untreated... it leads to

ng in the air li

hands, as if he could already feel the itc

" Authur

lying!" Jasmine plead

were holding a knife. "Don

. She realized she had lost. With a sob of frustration, she grabbed her shoes a

fell sile

ing heavily. He scratched his arm. Then his ches

d at Helena. "You

g to bet your... equipment on it? I'd suggest a f

e bathroom. The shower turned on again, louder this time. Helena could

ving her exhausted. Her knees shook. She leaned against the s

nd Sophia: Level 1 cleared. The

wrapped in a bathrobe now, tied tightly at the waist. He didn't look scared anymore. He loo

pat, walking past her to the b