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I walk up to him and square my shoulders, staring him down.

“I heard your father had an episode. I came to check on him,” Levka says glancing at the two guards standing by the door.

“To see if he’s dead? Newsflash, he’s still alive.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Don’t fucking start with me. And for the record, don’t you ever speak to my wife again.”

He smirks. “Come on, Jaxon. Everyone’s going to assume you’re fucking your assistant.”

That does it. I snap, grab his neck, and shove him into the wall. “I’m not fucking my assistant. And you had no right to tell my wife I was. Don’t speak to her ever again. If you do, I will cut out your tongue. Do. You. Hear. Me?”

He’s losing air and spluttering but manages to nod. I know I promised Eric I wouldn’t use my fists, but with some things, you have to.

“I hear you. Now let me go.”

I release him, and he coughs, staring back at me as if I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have.

There’s too much shit going on, so I need the Beast to get through it.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Gabriella

I wake to the scent of him. That scent of power, musk, and the woodlands. It wraps around me like a warm blanket and soothes my soul the way it did last night when Jaxon held me.

I open my eyes, searching for him, but he's not here. Radiant sunlight greets me instead through the opened curtains, and I can tell from the brightness that it’s late morning. Perhaps even later in the day.

I sit up and glance at the clock on the wall. My eyes widen when I see it's midday.

My gosh, I can't believe I slept in. I place a hand to my head and memories of last night rush back to me. All the good parts which eradicate the bad.

My partial hangover almost makes me feel as disorientated as the first night I slept here, but the warmth in my heart makes me feel like I’m floating.

I'm about to get up when my gaze lands on a large manila envelope next to me. My eyes nearly pop out of my head when I see the gold-embossed letters for New York State Universityon the left-hand corner, and my married name printed on the center of the envelope.

This is the same kind of letter I received when I first got accepted into college, but this one is from theirmedical school.

With my heart beating in my throat, I grab the envelope and open it. I pull out the letter inside, along with the admissions brochure and new student information.

My heart triple-beats when I scan over all of it and I feel like I’m in a dream. Maybe I’m still asleep.

No. My dreams are never this good. This is real. I look at the letter. It says:

Dear Gabriella,

I'm so pleased you decided to join us at NYU. It is a pleasure to have you in our intake for January next year.

Please find enclosed details for the new semester. As you are starting late, we do require that you make up the credits over the summer, but that can be discussed with your tutor and supervisor when you begin.

I can confirm that your tuition has been fully paid for the entire duration that you will be with us. Please contact me if you have any questions.

Until then, I look forward to seeing you for orientation in the New Year.

Best regards,

Lola Smith.

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