The wedding reached its c****x before the gathered crowd, sealing our vows.
As our lips parted, I shot Darius a wicked grin.
"Pick me up in South City in three days."
His long fingers felt icy against my skin, those untamed eyes locking onto me for an eternity before finally releasing me.
"Alright," he growled, voice rough as gravel.
Damian's stormy expression transformed the moment he saw me approach.
He lunged forward eagerly.
Only for me to twist his wrist and dig my thumb into his open wound.
Crimson bloomed instantly.
Beads of sweat dotted Damian's ashen face, pain twisting his features. Yet he didn't scream, and his eyes burned with the crazed glee of a man who'd snatched back his prize.
"Raven," he rasped, "Do your worst, as long as it satisfies you."
The helicopter cut s
