Vows of Vengeance: The Blackwoods Bargain

ot bonfire, the pearls popping like gunshots. I hoped Daniel he

smoke tangling with my veil like a ghost that refused to let go. My mascara ran freely-black rivers of rage and

t fire codes. Maybe about trespassing. I cou

you c

hen another, then fli

tch

o one ever does when a wo

th

ut through

hered. Like the fire

lled casually to the elbows. His tie was undone, shirt open at the throat, as i

n Bla

brother. The one w

it. Just watched the flames consume the last thread

rics," he said smoothly, "

ottle still clutched like a weapon. "I'm not i

aming dress, then at the

are. Free. Unattach

re you call

rette into the fire. "This is where I

orld

sides of the flames. His face flickered gold in

nt your pit

want the Blackwood name back, and Daniel took th

roat

k

's name two days before your wedding," he continued. "I

rt pounding,

e?" I

n down your wedding dress. And I li

et, slow and deliberate. Then, with a flick, he

f Daniel. In front of the world. Make him bleed from the

d, raw a

t my way through your boa

it on my lap and call me 'darling.' I want you to

nded hi

edar and smoke an

take it

ked at the fir

. "I'll screw you o

ile sh

unting