She and Bujar made their sombre way to the Dukka family Chapel where the Priest and Stefan awaited them.
Tears filled Ariana’s eyes as she advanced towards the figure of the Prince at the altar. How like the man she loved looked this man who she loathed.
She drew alongside, glancing at him through damp lashes. He turned and the intensity of his look shocked her. His pupils fairly blazed with passion and it seemed that he controlled some seething emotion with great effort for his jaw was clenched tight.
Her lips fell open beneath his fiery scrutiny. The flash of desire that crossed the Prince’s features made her writhe with disgust.
She was certain that had it not been for the presence of the Priest and the two witnesses, he would have ravished her there at the altar.
The dreaded cerem
