Jilted Bride's Revenge: The Valkyrie Awakens

ge from a black void. A sharp, rhythmic throb hammered against the ins

exhaustion, but the air in the room

pensive sandalwood cologne-Hardin's signature scent-lay

an drifted from th

of moonlight cutting through the heavy velvet curtains. Her vision blurre

he chaise lounge. The pale, frant

ntly. It spilled over the edge of the velvet

ribal tattoo between his shoulder blades flexe

of Blake's brain. It was blinding, a white-

didn't

g girl who had walked down the aisle earlier that day di

se overridden. Valkyri

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gainst her skin. She observed the scene on the chaise lounge

issa Foley. Status: Compromised. Distracted. Unclothed. No visible weapons.

s. Her bare feet touched the hardw

ater sitting on the nightstand. Conden

er lips and took a

avy crystal bottom hit the marble c

through the roo

roze mid

and scrambled backward, pulling a

he pupils blown from exertion, now rapidly c

that had defined her existence for the last two yea

lf. He puffed out his chest, using his nudity as a

His voice was rough, masking his

pointing a shaking finger

ears were already welling in her eyes

e geometry of the room. The distance between the b

re of submission, straightened. Vertebrae stacked

oice was raspier than usual, st

rd them, her bare fo

in my