Married to My Father's Killer

t like ice ag

eil floated softly over my shoulders, but all I saw was a ghost star

sked with a cheerful smile, cli

n my throat and forced

t. It was a trap. My trap. And Dante

nd the reason my life had shattered into ashes at seventeen. I'd spent years building myself f

is mo

is we

h

inded myself. I will kiss him like I love him

door interrup

id, stepping in cautiously

hundered i

You can still run. Change

used to be-the girl who cried over her father's bloo

t her a

. Dante M

, in exactly

the chandeliers like rain. Everyone who mattered in the underworld was here

n there

nt

clung to his frame like sin. His dark eyes locked on me the mo

stone, jaw sharp, expression unreadable. But there was something dangerous

thudding against my ribs. My steps were steady, de

was a l

e him, Dante Moretti leaned in,

urmured. "Too bad beauty m

eath

," I replied, just as

-amusement? danger?-pa

felt it then. The cold press of his palm against mine

nce you husba

ause. Flashes of camer

gers brushing my cheek.

I

se I

is kiss wa

nd gripped the back of my neck, and for a moment, I fel

my lips were trembl

ted

iles. Everyone wanted a piece of the couple of the year. B

gripping the railing, trying

un from your own

stood in the doorway, dr

eeded air

oser. "And sp

n't a

men dream about this moment-the dress, the ring, the f

my voice stead

, as if trying to peel back the

lly said. "You don't flinch. You don'

s glass. "Maybe I

stepping closer, "you

etween us

spected-everything I'd w

ps brushing his ea