Ignore the rich and famous.
Ignore the rich and famous.
I jerked around and grabbed the preacher by his jacket, barking, “Make it quick. Now.” I dropped my flowers and snapped my fingers at him. “Hurry. You’re getting paid for the event. Not by the hour.”
“Faith…” Alaric’s dark brown eyes were enormous on his face. He placed his hand on my elbow, grabbing my attention. He whispered quietly, “Faith, are you okay?”
“I can’t explain right now,” I whispered without moving my mouth. I leaned toward him. “Trust me. We just need to hurry this up.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. He knew something was definitely wrong now. Without taking his gaze off mine, he yanked the preacher closer to us, ordering, “Five minutes. That’s all you get to make us say ‘I do.’”
Preacher man fumbled with his bible, but he was quick on his feet. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Within three minutes, we were married.
Five seconds later, Alaric pulled away from our kiss.
Four minutes later, we were inside his bedroom.
“Explain. Now!” he bellowed. He pointed at the floor, his eyes flicking red then brown. Red then brown. The bear inside of him snarled. “I want to know who has you reeking of fear. And what the fuck was that out there?”
I opened my mouth and cried out in fear, “I don’t know what it is! Something is taking over my body! I can’t control it at all. It just…happens. Since the moment I first knocked on your door.”
