CHAPTER THREEDante POV"He looks as if he’s walking to his own execution, Dante. Are you sure this is a merger and not a funeral?"My younger brother, Enzo, leaned against the stone pillar of the private chapel, a jagged smirk playing on his scarred lips. He was fiddling with a silver lighter, the clack-clack of the metal lid echoing off the vaulted ceilings."He’s a Vane," I replied, adjusting the cufflinks of my tuxedo. My hands were steady, but inside, a strange, dark electricity was humming. "They’ve always had a flair for the dramatic. It doesn't matter how he looks. It only matters that he signs the book.""The council is restless," Enzo lowered his voice, the playfulness vanishing. "They think you're getting soft. They think a bullet to the Prince’s head would have sent a clearer message than a ring on his finger. If he tries anything tonight, I won’t wait for your order to end him.""You’ll touch him when I tell you to, and not a second before," I snapped, my voice dropping i
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