Chapter 32

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keeping

Passery weed, terjag well away from the silence, to one dared intervene–not with the deadly

nesty radiating from both men

by the the authoffen wow, wh men were bloody and disheveled Drake’s face was swollen beyond wooption, blood aremming from its now, baker’s adwords bares were marred by cuts and extsaid

Thats ruded to her maddey, “Oh God, you’re here, ker voice broke. “We need to get you to

widened bastantly at her concern.

“Tha ha

cold wave frozen flame. “Drake,

him through MOROT OR WR Bears in key eyes, yet now the

Drake’s voice

“My fiance

face crumpled. “You’re

into the ambulance, leaving

room. Drake lay in the bed nearest the door, his head swathed in

all those times she’d anxiously watched over him in hospital before. But

the chair beside Asher, her movements gentle and deliberate. “Does it hurt badly?” Her voice carried a tenderness that pierced Drake’s heart more deeply than

was like a knife twisting in his chest. This was his Thalia–the woman who’d once stayed awake all night when he had a simple cold, who’d cried at

again more urgently when she didn’t respond. “Thalia, please.”

if Drake’s voice was merely background noise. Her complete indifference was more devastating than any

every worried glance she gave Asher was another reminder of what he’d lost. The way she naturally leaned toward Asher, how her hand unconsciously rested near his–these small intimacies were

settle the matter privately. The official formality of assault charges dissolved into a gentlemen’s agreement–typical of

burst into the room with two security personnel, his normally impeccable appearance disheveled from rushing over. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead despite the

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