Unwanted Bride
�cing pulse at the base of her throat, but the plunging back exposed the long, delicate line of her spine. Her dark hair was swept up in an intricate, sleek twist, held in place by diamond pins that mirrored the cold glitter in her eyes. Beneath the cascading layers of silk, strapped securely against her inner thigh by a thick elastic band, was a compact, matte-black ceramic blade. It was a
piece of custom hardware engineered to pass through standard metal detectors unnoticed—a private insurance policy Damien’s security team had failed to detect, or perhaps, given Damien’s complex layers
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