His Lethal Prize
he storm brewing in his mind. He wouldn't let her go-no matter what. Her stubbornness was a challenge he didn't plan to lose. His eyes roved over her features like a hunter examini
heard her voice, cold and seething, a
...'" Her voice rose an octave. "Clean his weapons? Are you serious?" Her brow twitched violently, her hands trembling with rage as she skimmed further dow
an actual meal though," his gaze ling
ce. She glared at him, her face flushed with indignation. "I would rather rot than agre
ut that." He nodded toward the IV drip attached to her wrist, his tone mockingly light. "And for the
fingers itching to grab somethi
rs to think about it," he said nonchalantly, as if discussing dinner plans. "Oh, and just so you know..." His grin widened a
ix froze, her breath catching in her throat. For a moment, her mind wen
le. "Good. I'll leave you to think about it." He rose from his chair with deliberate ease, his imposing frame tower
way quickly, unable to meet his eyes. Against her will, her treacherous mind conjured an image of A
ut before he could say another word, his phone buzzed loudly in his pocket. He answ
nger. Whatever was being said on the other end of the line wasn't good. Af
question," he said, his t
IV pulling painfully at her arm. "Wha
wing. "Sign the contract, or forget about see
?" Her instincts screamed at her to stand her ground, but the mention of her family clung to her like a vice. She
d her. "But don't think for a second this is
," he replied smoothly, watch
ed line. When she shoved the document back into his hands, he exami
Where?" sh
pers into his jacket pocket. "We have
d ran cold. "R
eed someone who can get in quietly and do what's necessary to clean up the mess." His gray
She wasn't just signing away her freedom; she was steppi
ween them. His hand slid under her shirt, startling her, as his fingers brus
lazing with fury. "What
w. "The next antidote comes af
rily replaced by shock. As he pulled
simply, leaving no
ning inside her. One thing was clear-August Grey might thi