Fevered Trap

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Jensen tossed the phone to Hansel and muttered, “Tell her the Witch Doctor didn’t show up. I waited all day and passed out from exhaustion. Tell her not to bother me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hansel swiped to answer, and Sharon’s shrill voice immediately burst through the speaker.

“Jensen! Did you find the Witch Doctor? When’s he going to treat my hand?!”

A flicker of mockery passed through Hansel’s eyes, though his tone remained perfectly respectful. “Ms. Summers, Mr. Luke waited at the black market all day without finding the Witch Doctor. He’s left someone to keep watch. Mr. Luke collapsed from fatigue. Please focus on recovering and don’t add to his stress.”

“What? How can that be? Wasn’t the Witch Doctor at the black market? How did you not find him?! What am I supposed to do without him?! What about my hand?!”

Sharon’s frantic screams came loud and clear, echoing in Jensen’s ears.

His gaze darkened.

The woman who claimed to love him-upon hearing he had collapsed-showed not one ounce of concern. All she cared about was herself. About her hand.

How laughable.

For the first time, Jensen saw Sharon’s so-called love for what it was.

And to think, he’d destroyed Natalie-the woman who truly loved him-for this.


If Natalie had heard he passed out from exhaustion, she wouldn’t have even asked about the Witch Doctor. She’d have been consumed with worry for him.

Some people are priceless. Others aren’t even worth the dirt underfoot.

He used to treat this trash like a treasure.

Jensen cast a single look at Hansel, who promptly ended the call.

“Where to now, Mr. Luke?”

“Back to Grand Pavilion.”

her had been removed-he still felt closest

the design sketch to remake

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recreate them.

Sharon was furious.

damn Hansel! A lowly assistant dares hang up on

exploded. “Screw this-I’m going to the black market myself! I’ll find the Witch Doctor and make him fix

stormed out of the hospital like a

reached her car, a shadow

at Grand Pavilion, Jensen

to make him something to eat, but Jensen waved

always cherished the quiet. He didn’t want

He quietly ordered takeout and

Jensen wasn’t hungry.

and maddening itch across his body made

no cure unless the Witch Doctor gave it. No point


What a twisted irony.

Even if they never crossed the

kisses. There had been

Natalie was gone, and Sharon was his legal wife.

felt nothing

faintest trace

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sick bastard I

on the couch, lips curling into

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