Blood Oath Bride: Mafia's Undercover Lover

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slid up her bare spine, fingers clinically palpating each vertebra.

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her head, allowing the diamond tiara to refract rainbow prisms-a

rom his sleeve. "Modern brides should appreciate eff

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carotid. "Where are Clara's eyes? Moun

tor. Elena bit through the cyanide capsule se

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ned glass with Lo

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at the IV bag lab

uid nitrogen. The wedding gown fused to her skin like a leaden

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with arterial spray. "Sign with blood or

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a predator's. "Change of plans, ca

posing her thigh-mounted toxin dart. "T

his face. "Dio, I

r into a chokehold reeking of gunpowder and bergamot. "Scream conv

urity footage of Clara striding through a laboratory corridor, very much alive. The timecode burned into

," Lucien breathed against her jugular, "bu

ed the poison dar

the syringe already emptied. "Rule

ara always wore. The last coherent image burned into her retinas: Lucien's wolf-brand pulsing like