A Twisted Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #2)

by Jessa Wilder

You might say my obsession has become a compulsion in the way I need to know everything about Scarlet Laurent.

He dips his head to my ear so only I can hear him, and I can’t stop my shiver when he says, “I’ve caught you, Little Sparrow.”

Dressing her has been one of the small indulgences I’ve allowed myself. Spoiling my girl even before she’s mine.

Answering, I say, “I expected you to be back in hiding with your wife.” Damon grunts. “You’re so fucking jealous.” He’s not wrong. I’d kill to hide away with Scarlet.

“She told you she didn’t want to hear about it until she was at least twenty-five. That if someone was truly interested in her, they’d be willing to wait.”

“So, what are you saying? You’ve been waiting for her?” “Ten fucking years, Damon. Her time’s almost up.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “That my Little Sparrow is about to be mine.”

Damon: Did one of you assholes buy a law firm? Me: I bought Scarlet’s law firm. Bash: Damn Matthias, you’re just like Damon. Xander: I hope it’s not fucking contagious.

I know this is going to take more than a simple I’m sorry, but one day, she’ll understand. Because I can’t accept any other future where she’s not my wife.

Are you freaking serious right now? I carved my name directly below his neck and collarbone. His neck!

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my fucking life. She deserves to be worshiped. I have no problem getting down on my knees at her altar.

The late-morning light is soft, like a halo around him, and the way he’s looking at me, like I’m his reason for breathing, has my heart twisting in my chest.