Blinded Love
He raised his left hand, his long, elegant fingers gently lifting the heavy lace veil from her face.
As the lace cleared, Damien's eyes swept downward. His gaze caught the faint, delicate birthmark peeking from the edge of her collarbone, just above the neckline of her dress.
It was a mark Kendra did not have. A detail nowhere to be found in Kendra’s highly detailed background file.
A smirk threatened to touch the corner of his lips, gone as quickly as it appeared.
Avery held her breath, looking up at him, completely oblivious. Up close, she could see the faint, beautiful outline of his dark eyes behind the tinted lenses. They were perfectly still. Focused on nothing.