. She forced herself steady as she slid it onto Alaric's finger. The two rings fel
bride," Father Mille
aric looked down at Aracely, his gray eyes h
squeezed her eyes sh
rief. Utterly devoid of passion. A mar
fect, false smiles. Aracely took his arm, the fabric of his tuxedo stiff and unfamiliar und
of smiling strangers. Their congratulatio
ll side vestry to sign the official marriage license. For a few moments, it was just the two
her ear. His voice was a low, menacing whisper-his warm breath a sho
Mrs. Roy," he murmured, the
g. Her knuckles whi
on, your every action represents the Roy name." His gaze swept over her, cold
e paused, letting the weight of the threat settle. "... the Evans
hreat. A hot surge of fu
e met his eyes. They were like chips of granite. Cold. Unyielding. He meant every word. T
turned back to the document and signed her name. Th
rtips brushed for a fraction of a seco
out of the vestry, their publ
d. In one smooth, practiced motion, Alaric's arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush agai
at it was: the first t
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