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.

her like a wolf denied a steak. "All right,

"I actually came back to report, okay? Don't you want to know the real cause of Florence

right now. Still, he forced himself to look serious, switching gears instantly. "Did the

got there,

was killed by one of the

got some friends pulling

the case fast. I told the cops

is still at the funeral

so

this puppet, you might be able to dig out

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

to be one of Bryce's plants. Now that Bryce had been broken out by Eurovoria's people, Ludwik needed to find him fast to help Parisa Tennyson. If he could nab

keep her company intact. If

when you're

mischief forgotten. "All right. Go check on our girl. If anything changes, let

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

to teach you some manners," he threatened, his voice all wicked charm. "Keep running your mouth,