Banks continues stroking my thigh."You're not saying anything," I note, he looks into my eyes. "Are you hurt?""Definitely not," I murmur."Then there's nothing to say.""Your friend is going through a full-blown life crisis, Banks," I whisper, nodding toward the altar. He glances at the bewildered priest who is practically pleading with Carlton, then shifts his gaze to Annetta, who stands there holding a wedding ring meant for an entirely different bride."He'll be fine""I don't think so," I counter, watching the tension radiate across the room."At least he won't be a slave or die," Banks remarks deeply, his fingers digging a little deeper into the curve of my thigh, squeezing with delicious possessiveness. "What does that...." "Since I'm pregnant for him, I'll marry him," Annetta announces, her voice carrying across the silent hall.Carlton moves so fast the air seems to shift with him. In a blur, he wraps a hand tightly around her neck, lifting her until her feet leave the fl
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