a Harri

al suite. I had barely managed to unlace the suffocating bodice of my go

diers dragged a man inside and

cheap perfume, stale wh

ne. He gave me a curt nod, his eyes devoid of any pity. "The Don expect

avy deadbolt slid into place

runken rage, and delivered a vicious kick to the so

four-poster bed. I needed to sit, to calculate my next move. Kyle bristled, m

and misplaced pride. "This marriage is a sham. I made a promise to Gw

lvation. I had no intention of letting a Gallo heir grow in my womb, nor did I plan to stay bound to thi

ace-trimmed pillows and withdrew the si

d backward, his hands raising i

oice a flat, icy calm. "I have no desire to be touche

the blade up so it caught the pale

. A sharp sting, and a bead of crimson welled up. I pressed it firmly against t

he blade in my hand, his masculine

a defensive sneer twisting his lips. "Were

er the pillow. "It's for opening letters," I replied smoothly. "Or fo

apo to return and inspect our work. I moved to the ornate va

d on me. In the soft, unfiltered morning light, stripped of the heavy veil and the Harrison matriarch's armor, he st

slowly turned my head, catching his gaze directly

s away and lunged for the silver carafe of coffee a servant had left on t

ced himself to swallow it down. To mask his utter humiliation, he slam

mirror, my expression smoothing into a mask of perfect, untouchable composure. The proof w