“Holy shit,” Bellamy whispers from behind me. Holy shit is right. “Look at him,” I whisper back. Hollis is in head-to-toe black—suit, pants, shirt, and long, skinny tie. His shoulders fill out the jacket and make him look wider and stronger than even before. His waist is wrapped in a black belt. He looks polished and sophisticated with a side of rogue thanks to his hair. It’s a sight that I wasn’t ready to behold. He looks absolutely divine.
