The chapel was cold.Cold that worked its way under your skin and into your bones, no matter how many clothes you wore.Asher Collins trembled as he loosened the tight collar of his white dress shirt, his shaking hands.Not from cold, but from panic pounding against his ribcage.Today was the best day of his life, it ought to have been — weddings were a celebration of love, weren't they?Instead, he was standing at the altar with Damien Thorne — the man who detested him, the man he had vowed he would never even kiss, let alone marry.He couldn't even glance in Damien's direction, not the way the older man stood frozen, chipped from marble, black with anger.Damien's black business suit was fitting, his broad shoulders wrapped as if molded from a mold, his entire body tense with wrath. His expression was as frosty as the air outside, his jaw set so tightly that it appeared to be about to shatter.The only sound in the cavernous room was the muffled whisper of the priest clearing his th
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