POV: Ivy
The door to the private villa clicked shut, and the sound echoed like a gunshot.
Silas didn't put me down immediately. He carried me across the threshold, his arms like iron bands around my back and knees. I could feel the heat of his skin through the layers of my wedding dress. His heartbeat was steady, a slow, heavy thrum that seemed to command the very air in the room.
He walked into the master bedroom—a space twice the size of my entire apartment—and finally set me on my feet.
My legs felt like jelly. I stumbled back, my heavy lace train tangling around my ankles. I reached out to steady myself against the dark mahogany bedpost. The bed was massive, covered in black silk sheets that looked like an inkwell waiting to swallow me.
"Drink," Silas commanded.
He walked over to
