The Pact

by Suzanne Wright

A brow winged up. “Are you implying that I’m manipulative?” “Yes.” One corner of his mouth tipped up. “There are worse traits to have.”

“It may be an arrangement, Addison, but we’re not going to have separate bedrooms or any of that shit. You’ll sleep next to me, where you’ll belong.”

“It’s not too late to back out, you know.” I frowned at my dad. “We’re literally about to walk down the aisle.” The freaking wedding march had just begun to play behind the double doors of the room in front of us. “Not too late,” he reiterated.

Like how one of Rafael’s bodyguards watched Raven with a protective eye—I’d initially thought he was interested in her, but now I was thinking that maybe Rafael had asked him to keep watch over her.

You’re mine. I made you mine. You wear proof of it on your finger.” He paused, his eyes blazing. “And you always fucking will.”