I barely recognize myself the night of the gala. The dress is this deep, dramatic red—Kieran takes one look and grins, calling it “blood-red” with this dark little chuckle that sends shivers down my spine.
The fabric clings to every inch of me, and the neckline plunges low enough to put the Byrne family stone on full display, resting right between my breasts. My hair’s pinned up, soft curls escaping to frame my face, and my eyes… they’re brighter than usual, glittering with gold flecks from using my Bridge power so much lately.
Kieran steps behind me as I stand in front of the mirror again. He looks stunning in a well-fitted black suit that can barely contain his power. His hands wrap possessively around my waist, pulling me back against his hard body.
“You look like sin,” he growls in
