orm of David Hayes. His body was still c

rmur meant only for Chloe. "I can

ghtly. "No. Not yet," she whispered back, her voice just as

t looked like approval gli

her side, she walked toward the massive oak doors of the cathedral. As she walk

how b

r face was streaked with tears, but her eyes burned with malic

u! This is a private family matter. You're

ow, a faint, mocking s

look at Kaitlyn. She simpl

ed forward. Kaitlyn stood her ground, trying to physically bar their way. With a subtle shift of h

d form. "Touch her again," he said, hi

her face whit

y were no longer family. The

s a sea of flowers and hushed anticipation. Hundreds of gue

urned toward

hite gown. She was in a simple, severe white dress. And she wasn't on the arm o

re crackled

elt his expression freeze and shatter. He stared at Chloe,

ld smile spreading across her face. She hadn't come h

step onto the long, crimson carpet of the aisle. Each st

. It wasn't fear. It was the thril

. He leaned in close, hi

my

stif

ce a low, insistent command. "I don't c