Mila
“I always hear about the Russettis’ women’s beauty, but I never realized they would be this stunning,” the green-eyed man murmured with a wide smile.
He was impossibly handsome. All sharp lines softened by an easy charm. His tailored suit clung perfectly to his broad frame, the dark fabric setting off his striking eyes. There was something disarming in his manner, so different from the heavy shadows that usually cloaked this world.
I shook his hand. “Thank you…”
“Adams. Call me Adams Smith,” he said smoothly, his lips brushing a gallant kiss over the back of my hand.
Heat crawled up my cheeks, though my gaze drifted instinctively toward the far side of the ballroom where the three Hayden brothers stood. Grim reapers in tuxedos. Their sharp eyes locked on us, unreadable, yet seari
