Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1204

Not getting what he wanted only made Ludwik stare at her with even more

longing. Her curves, the playful, delicate silhouette-she reminded him of a girl teasing at the edge of his reach, the kind of proportions you might see on a Vogue cover that made your jaw drop.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, a low, gravelly sound rumbling from his chest-husky and unfiltered.

That voice sent a shiver down Whitney's bare back. She spun around and shot him a glare full of meaning. "What are you staring at, huh?"

She felt heat crawl up her skin. "I told you, I'm going to fetch a doctor. Don't you dare touch anything yourself! If you get too worked up and drop dead, no one's gonna clean up the mess."

Ludwik's expression froze. What, did she think he was that fragile?

"Relax, I'm not made of glass. A little touch won't kill me," he gritted out. "And anyway, aren't you supposed to be a doctor? Instead you'd rather let me croak than help—gotta bring in some stranger to take a look at me. If they screw it up, what then, huh?"

Wouldn't give him an inch, wouldn't let him help himself either. What kind of woman was this?

"Deal with it," Whitney shot back, rolling her eyes at his brooding, handsome face, not the least bit concerned.

now, Ludwik glared at her like a wolf denied a steak. "All right,

distract him. "I actually came

told, Ludwik was in no mood to care about that right now. Still, he forced himself to look serious, switching gears instantly. "Did the morgue release

got there, Holly Walker and

Florence was killed by one of the

friends pulling

eyes steadied, calm as ever. "They should crack the case fast. I told the cops to find the killer and hand them over to

at

so

able to dig out some

really get me," Ludwik said, his gaze full of approval for

Ludwik needed to find him fast to help Parisa Tennyson. If he could nab Bryce

then could Parisa safely return to Germinia and keep her company intact. If

rest and heal- save the heroics for when you're back in fighting shape." She caught the glint of murder in his

faded. Ludwik looked at her, his earlier mischief forgotten. "All right. Go check on

about it? You can't even stand," Whitney teased with

he threatened, his voice all wicked charm.