0
TOP UP
Reading History
Sign out
Get the APPSubstitute Bride: My Comatose Husband Awakes
Chapter 7
PHIN
n-scaled dress weighed me down like armor, its cold biting into
dim candlelight cast long, distorted shadows
belonged on ancient coins. But it was marred. Horrific, glowing red veins spiderwebbed across his
d automatically. Beneath the smell of sickness and stale air, I detected something elillness. It
and pressed them gently against the pulse point on his neck. I need
sn't just a spark; it was a jolt of lightning, a searing heat that shot up my a
he poison's rot, I caught it. T
was
ity, the "comatose" man's eyes snapped open. They weren't blue or brown or gre
ing man, his hand shot out. It wrappe
ns. My back hit the hard mattress, the iron scales of my dress digging painfully into my
y whisper that was terrifyingly familiar. "R
ssly at his iron grip, fighting
eins on his skin glowed faintly, giving him the
he asked, his grip tightening fractionally. "
ld, razor-sharp survival instinct. I had survived my st
hands drop to my sides, my bo
his black eyes at my sudden surrende
"If I... wanted to kill you..." I gasped, my voice raw.
en degrees. His murderous intent, so palpable a moment
s searching my face, looking for th
red marks. It's not an illness. It's not a curse. You've been poisone
arring in his eyes. His greatest secret, the charade he had mainta
hysical proximity suddenly suffocating and intimate. "
istant drumbeat beneath the roar of adrenal
er of us moved, locked in a dea
mber door rattled violently from the outsi
/1/128385/coverbig.jpg?v=850bf5c224d4ce2e81bb1801ef062ee2&imageMogr2/format/webp)