“Cullen Pharmaceuticals,” she recited over the rotor wash. “Privately held. Zero debt. Patents on a synthetic hemoglobin substitute that could revolutionize trauma care. They’ve rejected three hostile bids.”
Christian adjusted his silver cufflinks. “Everyone has a price, Andrea. Even the undead.” master of the universe twilight fanfic
The Cullen mansion materialized through the cedars like a marble mausoleum—all cold columns and black windows. As Christian strode up the gravel drive, the front door opened before he could knock. ” Edward murmured
“Bella, don’t,” Edward murmured, so low Christian almost missed it. so low Christian almost missed it.