Zerina's POV
My body shook while my eyes stared in disbelief. He is my husband? Lysander Slade, the same man rumored to have lost three wives during a period of just five years.
I shook my head. What am I doing? They were just rumors. I shouldn't care how many partners he had lost in the past, shouldn't care whether the rumors were true or not.
Lysander slowly made his way towards the bed, and I instinctively moved towards the centre, creating some distance between us.
He loomed large while standing over me, his voice as cold as ice. "I know how glad you are to finally succeed in becoming my wife."
My jaw dropped open, shocked by his statement. Glad? I was anything but glad. My mind went blank.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you." He leaned in, his long fingers gripping my chin
