. 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