The Devil Wears Vows

on her wedding day-but then again, she ha

't believe in, and every step she took down the aisle felt like a funeral march. Hers. Red silk dragged be

nd dared the world to move him. He didn't smile. He didn't even blink. Just s

dn't lo

she rea

ies filled the pews

eciting vows that sounded m

oin hands," th

d. She wanted him to see how much she loathed this-how much

r Dante f**

, and entirely uninvited

urmured, just loud enough

n," she replied, lips

amusement, maybe annoyance-

olite, predatory silence. Somewhere near the back,

hat's all

de

t inked i

to end a war that had

The Morettis had fear.

Ar

d, silence, and the suffoc

kiss th

didn'

r did

trolled, almost reverent. His lips brushed h

kiss. Just frost. Just a

as she whispered, "

on her waist tightened ever so slightly as if

kind of sound that tried to drown out everyth

nd in hand. But they might

ride was

other drumming idly against the leather seat. The driver said n

rred past. Neon lights. Dirty rain. Skyscr

me to behave?" she asked at last,

at her. "I don

hate being ma

ready

curved her lips. "T

was no heat in his eyes, only calcu

nd she wasn't going to let him see how fast her heart was racing

ld surv

n every part of th

was a fortress disg

tproof glass. Now, she stepped through its gates as a bride. A

yes. Dante's mother gave her a tight nod and disappea

't expec

mpty. Gilded mirrors. Black marb

stopped near the door. "

d. "Prete

s is love

"Don't worry, husband.

e'll get alon

No goodnight. No ki

t

-red dress, sharp jaw, storm in her eyes-smiled l

sn't he

the beg

the

vows tonight, but