Love Against the Bloodline

ened h

t even close. It felt like her eyelids we

kull as blinding white light poured in, stabbi

f, and unforgiving against her spine. There was no softness, no comfor

antiseptic, and a stiff mattress barel

adjust or understand, pain lanced through the le

throat. She couldn't turn her h

ceiling. White walls. Too white. It was oppressive. And those lights-long, buzzing, flu

ckline loose and shapeless. But what stopped her heart co

ed into the threads like gui

hing. No twitch. No tingle. Jus

g its way up her throat. She coul

n-c

t what came next was worse. The sound of multiple, heavy footst

ck, sleek,

ng sunglasses. No names, j

them. Vin. a shadow

g in. Like glass shattering in her chest

. She stood before both families-the Dhavals and the

once looked at her like she was a person, only a paw

ed guards as they parted-like parting

filled the room, each one landing wi

Isaac

That tousled dark hair. The soft brown eyes that blinked too much when

off his shoulders just a bit too loosely, a size too big, like he didn't quit

a mask. A costume he wore well. Underneat

h the calm confidence of

e asked, brow furrow

ed once.

folding his hands like a teacher tryin

aestro. "I'm not going to apologize for not loving you the way a husband should. And I'm definite

s heart s

es wid

to sting.

ear; he didn't come with a user manual for

yal stitched i

and mocking, like he was savoring her helpless

, I'm not a wolf. I don't like bloodshed. Makes m

st-he needed my favor more th

o, this one was cold. Icy. Paralyzing. It clawed at he

So no, I'm not going to kill you. That's messy. I'm not a sava

rkening. "You're going away. Somewhere no one will find you

r the white light. The liquid inside was murky, ominous. "This is an inhibition

reaked down her cheek, and Marsell, with unsettling

cooed. "D

freedom, di

ted to

aw at

fake sympathy

apped the syringe like he was stirring his morn

her trembling arm, Angelica's eyes locked w

ub

ty

satisfaction of a man wh

eane

os

inches from her skin.

he lowered the syr

ea

n, deli

os

os

ot from sleep. Not yet. But from the weig

ldn't s

dn't

nk fast enough to

e touched