His Princess, Not His Blood
The cough intensified, becoming a strangled gasp. Jordan’s face began to flush, a dark, alarming crimson.
He clawed at his shirt collar, his breath catching in ragged, desperate gulps. A wheezing sound, thin and high-pitched, whistled from his constricted airways.
Ella froze, the sight of him struggling, truly struggling, cutting through her anger. His eyes, once full of scorn, now held a raw terror.
“Pepper,” he rasped, the word barely audible, punctuated by another violent cough. “Too much… pepper…” His hand flew to his chest, thumping it weakly.
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