isle was back inside the private study of Carlisle Manor, a sp
nfirmed. The bride will arrive
his thumb and forefinger, the cool stone a stark contrast to the heat of his frustration. For
he asked, his voice
y footage from that night was corrupted, sir. A... convenient malfunction. Al
apped up, his eyes, the color of a stormy
t wasn't a chance encounter. It was a setup. A carefully orchestrated trap by the Snyders to ens
t of peace he'd felt, the hope that he'd found
piece of their scheme. A woman willing to sell her
endant carefully on his desk, as if it were evidence in a trial. "I
iveway of the Carlisle estate. To Alaina, it looked less like a hom
e, greeted her at the door. His words were polite, but his eyes were col
his tone leaving no room for argument. "He will not
through vast, silent halls, her footsteps echoing on the marble floors. Th
open. "Your room, madam." He gestured for her to enter, and then, without another word, he pulled
arkness. The heavy velvet curtains were d
that contained all her worldly possessions. And then she smel
ed over her. This
ing for the doorknob, but it wo
to leave
rified scream as a tall, broad-shouldered figure rose from an armchair in
om, suffocating her. She scrambled backward, her hands fl
ing around her wrist like a manacle. The strength in his grip was
ders sent," he sneered, his
ll, searching for anything, a weapon, an escape. Her fingers bru
ad burst to life, flooding the room
t the sudden brightnes
agged scars ravaged the left side, starting from his temple, cutting across his cheek, and disappearing beneath his c
her lungs turned to ice. The ru
el, humorless smile twisted his lips, making
d panic. The disfigured heir... the
ed out the name, a choked whisper
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