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violently that the plastic pregnancy test nearly slipped from her grasp. She stared at the two pink lines. Her stom

h shattered th

heap deadbolt tore through the doorframe, sending ch

astic stick. Her heart slammed aga

oal suit looked entirely alien against the backdrop of her water-stained wall

yguards in black suits secured the nar

ered against the wall. His cold, dead eyes locked onto Eleanora. Specifically,

laster wall. Her palms pressed flat against the mattr

is suit jacket. He pulled out a thick s

hrew

feet. She looked down. The high-resolution images clearly

bration that rattled her teeth. "A camera was found. And you were t

tically. Her breathing turne

e thick medical mask. "Karissa and Beck... they l

ectly into her personal space. He slammed his large hand against the plas

the faint, expensive scent of

The sheer hatred in his tone made her stomach drop. "Did you re

inking, her hand moved defensively. Her finge

ro-movement. His eyes narrowed. D

sweeping over the peeling linoleum floor. They landed on the

ure in the r

cold disgust to murderous rag

ingers wrapped around her delicate bones, squeezi

lled back, her sneakers slipping on the flo

. He turned on his heel and dragged he

d out, stumbling over

forced her down the dingy, flickering hallway. He dragged her into the

the back seat of a waiting black SUV. The

r. The heavy car doors locked

t the concrete. They merged onto the busy streets of M

hed Axel pull a sanitizing wipe from a dispenser. He scrubbed his hands

a halt. They arrived at a highly secure, pri

f the car and marched her through the VIP entra

a white coat, hurried down the

ght now," Axel demanded. His to

into a cold examination room. A nervous nurse forced her onto the

and pressed hard

A tiny, rhythmic pulsing dot appeared in the center of the

mination table. His face

," Axel whispered, his eyes completely devo