Adrian's fingers closed around my ankle like a manacle forged in ice. He didn't pull hard just enough to remind me that gravity was his toy, not mine."Down," he said.I kicked, my heel caught his shoulder with a satisfying crack, he barely flinched, his other hand shot through the window frame and seized my waist, yanked, i tumbled inward, my knees hit the hardwood, my palms slapped the floor, the impact rattled my teeth."Feisty," he said."The photos didn't show feisty."Father stepped forward, hands raised like he was calming a rabid dog. "Mr. Cross, please, Lily is simply nervous, bridal jitters, nothing to concern yourself with."Adrian looked at me, his green eyes tracked from my bruised cheek to my split lip to the blood drying on my chin, then down to my paint-stained T-shirt and the torn knee of my jeans."She's not the girl from the gala," Adrian said."Of course she is!" Father's laugh was a thin, wet thing. "Just... without the professional styling, the makeup, the lighti
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