CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
THEO’S POV
It was inexplicable what I was feeling running through my veins. I did not understand any of it but one thing was certain. Every time I looked at Elizabeth, I no longer saw the bastard from Garcia, or the woman betrothed to my brother. I saw her as a woman and admittedly enough, I was losing sight of the lines drawn between us. If she had not stepped away from me earlier today, boundaries and trusts would have been broken. Right now, I would have been a pile of regret, cussing myself for putting a taint on a marriage belonging to the only person who would have missed me if my demise were to happen right at this minute.
Even still, her luscious lips were painted in my mind, refusing to leave me in peace. How would they have tasted under mine if I were to
