From Blood Bank To Billionaire's Obsession

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walls, but Alanis didn't move. Her right hand slowly slid down her thigh, her finge

, magnetic chuckle vibr

the dark alcove and into th

cked all the oxygen out of the corridor. He r

emained hidden

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th. Extreme

was the perfect distance. Close enough to show domi

aning in the pile of broken plates. There was

nding on Alanis's torn dress and th

the silver knife. Her eyes

move. Instead, he reached up and smoot

nd, he extended the he

night," Kane said. His voice was calm, fla

Her brain ran a rapid behavioral

pity. Only a pure, burning curiosi

blank. She reached out and too

loped by the scent of cedarwood and expensive tobacco. The

tly concealed her torn dres

ardened calluses on the webbing between her thumb and index finger. The undeniabl

ned with inten

at the far end of the hall chimed loudly, syncing perf

ushed out, clutching their r

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backward, her eyes darting toward the he

mooth step to the side, using his massive frame to

ack card bearing a very specific, embossed crest. He

rdered. His tone was freezing c

d. All the blood drained from his face. He s

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ction, Alanis spun around and

empty. The only trace of her existence was the faint

at the faint smirk playing on his boss's li