Reno was right. If they slept together, it would mean marriage. She had no desire to be shackled to a childish, obsessed bmadman/bb. /b

“Sir, I have the report. Eleanor Yeast has always had it out for Mrs. Ford. Earlier, there was a confrontation with Victor Noir. He and bhis /bpeople are gone now, and Mrs. Ford bhas /bEleanor locked up. But something seems wrong with Eleanor’s condition. rk said.

Julian stared out the window at the full moon. “Exin.”

rk continued, as she was being dragged away, she was grabbing at the legs of the men around her. It looked like she was poisoned. After a thorough binvestigation/b, I discovered she purchased Lustbane. She bmust /bbhave /bbeen nning to use bit /bbon /bMrs. Ford.”

bJulian /bshot to his feet. “Where is she now!”

“Mrs. Ford is at a vi in the suburbs. Her aide, Reno, has been researching eighteen–year–old, physically fit men. Just looking for now. no action has been taken. Also, Thorn Noir is heading that way.”

rk finished his report and kept his head bdown/b, afraid of the st

storm about to break.

Sienna had been poisoned. And if she didn’t want to suffer permanent damage, she would have to use that method.

“Go. Julian ordered, bhis /bvoice dangerously low. “Get Thorn into a hospital. Just make sure you don’t kill him.”

rk looked up. “And you, sir?”

Julian’s face bwas /bba /bdark bmask /bbof /bfury. “Do I have to report my whereabouts to you now?

“No, no, of course not

bway /bwith a tight bsmile/b. ‘As if I don’t know where byou’re /bbgoing /bhe thought with a pout.

rk backed away

You’re going to offer yourself up to Miss Hart. The man’s got no self–awareness. She’s looking for an eighteen–year–old stud, and youre twenty–eight.

“Can you even perform?

“An old man

brk /bsnorted in disdain.

The boss really doesn’t know his ov

own limits.

Thorn knew Lustbane was no joke. Even with Sienna’s army of talented people, without taking the natural route, the drug would leave its mark on her body.

He mmed his foot on the elerator. As he rounded a cornerb, /bba /bbcar /bshot out of nowhere. He had no time to swerve before it mmed

into him.

Thorn was seeing red. Blind idiot. Doesn’t know how to drive.

He scrambled out of the wreck, his handing away from his head sticky with blood. He gritted his teeth and roared, “Couldn’t you see the red light? Are you blind? Don’t you have fucking eyes?”

A disguised rk, now appearing as a woman, scurried over to Thorn.

“Oh, sir, I’m so so sorry! Oh my god, you’re bleeding! I’ll take you to the hospital. rk said

Thorn shoved bhis /bsupporting hand away. “Don’t need it. Get lost.”

He had to get to Sienna. He didn’t bhave /btime to bwaste /bbon /bthis

“Sir, I can’t run baway /bfrom my responsibility. I insist on btaking /byou to the hospital. Come on, if something happens to you, I don’t want to go to jail”

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rktched onto his arm, refusing to let go, and started dragging him toward his bcar/b.

Thorn’s face was livid. “I said I don’t need it! I won’t press charges, now get the hell out of my way. I have somewhere be

He tried to wrench his arm free, but he couldn’t break his grip.

This woman is freakishly strong, he thought. Is she an ox?

“No! Sir, your life is more important bthan /bany appointment! I bknow /byou’re worried about money, but don’t be. I have plenty. I’ll pay for everything. Come on, let’s go.”

rk practically manhandled him. forcing him into the car.

Thorn was trembling with rage, a vein throbbing in his temple. His head was pounding

Tm telling you-”

rk interrupted his speech, sir, your head is still bleeding. Here, let me wrap it with my scarf