Taming The Sinner: The Doctor's Cold Game

se. He dabbed sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, glancing

e today..." he began

er. "She's insane." "Look at her." "Is tha

bumping into his best man. He let out a loud, exa

nd. He pulled a silver flask from his jack

, turned a shade of purple that looked dangerou

iquid dribble down his chin. He wiped i

t Helena. "My beautiful bride! She looks like she just murd

oom's side of the aisle-his fra

l. Her father, Mr. Lawrence

of alcohol was overpowering. "You disgust me," he sl

he really looked at him

rfectly to the light. He wasn't swaying when he wasn't ta

She grabbed the lapels of his tuxedo j

surprised by

whispered into his ear. "You have no

ightly, looking hi

ur. That's apple juice

f a second, the drunken haze vanished,

ck. He stumbled again, overacting the pa

tood up. "Enough! Proce

, straightening his ja

hrough the ceremony

d. "As long as she doesn'

lau

u, Hel

lectern. She pulled it off the stand. T

her, wary. "Wha

d. She looked at the hund