The Unwanted Healer's Thirty-Day Fake Marriage

between Washington D.C. and New York, the metal

pt her eyes glued to the blurred trees outside, forcing her breathing to stay even. The enclosed space of

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t to her. Cynthia didn't turn her head, but her pe

ckles turned completely white. The veins on the back of his hands bulged against his

, twisted around in a panic. He reached out, his thick

sive frame curled inward, pressing into the wide leather seat. The severe paranoia he suffered

heir eyes wide with curiosity and alarm. Yet, the freezing, dangerous aura radiat

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ce drained of all color, turning a sickly, ashen

f The Surgeon-bypassed her brain. Cynth

e, Leo's massive arm shot out lik

ng her plain sweater and frayed bag with

sive glare with eyes as cold as ice. "Move,

t the leather seat. His eyes rolled back.

lasting exactly one second. In that tiny wind

c's seat. Sweat coated his forehead,

g, sharp-tipped metal hairpin that held her hair together. Her dark locks tumbled down over her sh

What the hell is that?" he roared

er shoulder with a raw, almost feral agility to narrowly evade Leo's massive hand. It was a completely unrefined, c

cupressure point on the inside of Dominic's wri

n. His eyes snapped open. His vision was heavily blurred from t

s jaw. And right in front of his eyes, a delicate silver

tly began to loosen. Air rushed back i

n his mind screamed at him. A

. His fingers clamped down around Cynthia

ones in her wrist ground together under his grip

a heavy screech. The automated voice over the inter

rd momentum, Cynthia yanked her

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in silver chain slid off her skin and tangled i

med transit officer rushed toward them, carrying a bright ora

, shoved the needle inside, and blended straight in

to an exhausted, drug-like sleep, his fingers curled inw