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Author: Danny Writes
last update publish date: 2026-09-11 20:53:06

CHAPTER 46

ZANE

Rain hit my face like ice the second my boots cleared the window.

Behind me, the deadbolt gave a heavy clunk as the key turned in the bedroom door.

I didn't look back. I dropped onto the narrow stone ledge outside the balcony, and the rain quickly soaked through my knees.

Four minutes. Marcus had said four minutes on the east camera loop, and half of that was already gone while I was wiping vomit off Veda's chin.

I scrambled back from the ledge, searching for a safe place to put
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  • Burning For My Husband's Son   chapter 51

    VEDAThe house went dead silent after the front door shut downstairs.I stayed curled on my side under the blankets, staring at the grey wallpaper near the headboard. The cotton taped to the crook of my arm was stiff with dried blood and scratchy against my skin.Every time I bent my arm, a deep pain shot through the sore spot where the needle had gone in.My head was pounding. My stomach felt completely hollow, but the sour taste of vomit still sat at the back of my tongue.I pushed the blankets back and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The floorboards were freezing against the soles of my feet, sending a sharp chill right up my calves. I stood up slowly, waiting for the room to stop swaying, then walked across the rug to the double doors.I gripped the brass handle and pulled.Nothing. The deadbolt didn't budge an inch. I gripped the metal knob with both hands and turned it hard to the left, then to the right, rattling it against the heavy frame."Open," I muttered, more to m

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  • Burning For My Husband's Son   chapter 47

    VEDADull grey light leaked through the curtains, falling across the foot of the bed.The rain had stopped, but the room was freezing. Damp cold filled the air, raising the hair on my arms beneath the heavy blanket.I turned onto my back.Every muscle in my body felt like it had been run over. My ribs ached from spending half the night over the toilet, and the feverish sweat on my skin had cooled into a clammy film across my collarbones. My throat burned, leaving a sour, disgusting taste on my tongue that swallowing couldn't get rid of.I kicked off the blankets and lowered my bare feet to the floor. The cold hardwood sent a shock up my legs.I stood up, my knees shaking for a moment, and walked straight to the heavy double doors.I gripped the brass handle and pulled.Nothing.The door didn't move.I twisted the knob hard to the left, then right, rattling it against the frame. The deadbolt was locked from the other side, keeping the door firmly shut.The gala hadn't been a threat. Th

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