a stepped over the threshold like she was
ust luxurious-it was
the breeze like ghosts. A marble fireplace crackled with a firelight, casting shifting go
he bed that
s, too intricate to be coincidence. Large enough for a king
one
side tu
spine s
ne
e
husb
dress they'd forced her into. The Moretti crest still clung to her collarbone like a b
n't bel
ere in this palace, mad
casual and slow, like he ha
men do before fixing something. Or breaking it. Then he removed his cufflinks-silver wol
st another eveni
t the edge of the room wa
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," she said, voice low a
esit
p
t t
dn't loo
lf a glass of s
ithout
you try t
was
warning
worse than
-
wai
exact moment Da
d the
d the
nything
she m
lent. De
k whispering around her legs, and yanked
rble from floor to ceili
ut and twisted the lock
barr
ent of
ing in her throat, until her
ink,
in
rv
ea
ng was gett
panicked bursts. Her skin prickled with the memory of Dante's touch,
erself towar
st
lass wasn't the o
ed. Her skin looked pale against the fire-glow
opped to he
ri
Twisted metal
shaking fingers and h
Cl
wice. Then stop
f the counter until her
ere is no si
ealed behind frosted glass and steel bars. No vents. No exits.
t lea
lls didn't look a
, the fire didn'
he could fall apart
ack against the cold til
s around her knees
t bre
one n
gure out
ack of her m
gave a warning he di
s wasn'
ven c
-
ence ha
ssed to her knees, eyes squeezed shut. The cold s
lo
st
t stillness-not
from
h
kn
ee
. Not im
delib
sur
she was alrea
e in there all n
rough the thick wood.
didn'
't a
tbeat pi
wai
h
ou afrai
swal
l no
es-she wa
of p
en of
lose he stoo
lm he
strip her down-not h
w ch
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at's
ithered bene
doorkno
straighter,
again-cl
woman to lock herself
fli
id tha
d come
ppened
be the first,"
pen the d
dn't b
ame th
ic
the
ing th
ne
per ofock
the keyhole l
d turned
tu
w
icking t
know what ter
he
e wasn't
w the outco
d still be his on
ave with a
ked open an i
n across the fl
didn'
nted t
ted to
body sat
cked to
unding l
threshold like it
h
step
l
pos
g in his
d to acknowledge. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled to
sn't
the wor
n't ye
t slam t
looked
a
il
be obeyed-ev
l, ragged. Wild. A storm
't force you into
his space. Firelight from the bedroom danc
ok a
ot a t
a lu
quiet ste
t you sleep in my
ted back, shoulder blad
dn't
t nee
filled the ro
ned her
ng ca
o insult. No
bre
t f
t h
ainst the doorframe like a king
options, Serap
mouth felt lik
ice da
l in
ep in
t sleep
behind him wit