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68-KILLER’S SCENT

MICHAEL’S POV

The pain in my temples felt like I had been hit in the side of the head with a goddamned sledgehammer.

“She's fainted Your Highness, her strength is low at this time.” One of the white-haired nurses was whispering to my brother when I staggered into the room, wishing I could take a swig of the wine chalice on the side table.

I’d tried to hide the rawness in my throat at the image of the dark-haired beauty passed out in my brother’s arms.

I could tell from the way he gazed longingly at her that he harbored stronger feelings for her.

Tony fucking loved the woman, didn't he? A stab of possessiveness clutched at my heart before I shook my head to clear the haze.

Now wasn't the time for it! Focus, Michael!

“Tony? Brother-” I called, starting toward the six-foot-eight-inch tower of a man who was junked over our mate’s sick bed, his tight, chiseled face a mask of desperation as he brushed his hands over her face and body restlessly.

“Anthony? We need to talk,” I rasped under m
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