His Broken Doll's Second Chance

die right here. Tomorrow, the Wyatt famil

edge of the broken champagne fl

ass pierced

ding down her forearm before dripping onto th

ragged breaths, her eyes locked on the man

at entirely i

e VIP club room barely caught t

The knuckles were stark white. The thick blue vein

room felt like

his mouth slightly open, holding his bre

n's wrist. A violent spasm of pain and raw, s

dam's apple bobbed as he force

y sound was the faint hum of the

pened h

harsh, gravelly scrape, like sand

words hit Ha

tory. They were supposed to mean

ched ringing explod

eling and the leather sofas began to twist

from the soles of her fee

her nostri

king stench of gasoline. The s

ibs and tearing into her internal organs slammed

s stoppe

eezing leather restraints cutting into her wrists, and the sickening stench of bleach and rotti

body began to

The bloody shard of gla

ffee table with a sha

e was about to drive the glass deeper into her ve

se, stepping forward

apped her

ago was entirely gone. Her eyes were wide, overflowing

n like a drowning victim finally

oked a

with snow-white hair violently collided with the man standing in front o

l joy of finding something she thought was l

care about her

are feet crunching over the

and the bodyguards by the door, sh

up before a soft, trembling bo

of copper and bl

er face deep into the crook of his neck, inhaling th

y soaked into the colla

a wounded animal, the sound tearing out of her throat and echoing off the walls, com