A Second Chance With Mr. Blackwood

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e roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse. Thick, black smoke coated her t

rough the crackling fire, dripping with p

's heart seized. A violent spasm ripped through

reezing air punch

she coughed violently. She thrashed her arms out, fighting of

angled in col

, clean scent of cedar and sharp mint filled her nose. It wa

er wasn't a collapsing, charred ceiling, but a m

the moonlight spilling through

s dark eyes were a storm of sick obsession and tightly leashed f

avoid our wedding night?" His voice was a har

ibrating in the quiet room-hit her like a physical blow. Tears i

locked onto his face. It was flawless. Young.

The vintage digital clock on the

year

mmation of their marriage. The ni

red pain cracked through his cold facade, quickly swallowed by a surge

back, his body turning toward the door. He was goi

ed against her ribs. She threw the silk blanket

finally crashed down upon her. A violent wave of dizziness washed over her brain, an

an thought. His large hands shot out, catching her upper

momentum, throwing her arms around his neck an

turned to stone. His hands hovered in the empt

as warm. He was breathing. Her tears soaked right through the thin

reme paranoia that kept him alive screamed at him. This was a trick.

ruising. He tried to peel her off h

ened her hold, rising onto her tiptoe

broken, thick with tears, but incr

me hit him like a bullet to the chest

her eyelashes wet and trembling. She pressed her sof

d of Damien's

slammed into her back, crushing her against him. He took over,

breath, Giovanna made a silent vow. She would m