Rouge (Tattered Curtain, #2)

by Greer Rivers

“Do you think the devil would let his bride run from him?” “Who says I want to?”

“If you mark me again, bride, you’ll be marking me forever, and I’ll have to do the same.”

“I don’t believe in love,” I whisper, not letting myself second-guess the moment this time. “But I think—in another life, I think I could have fallen for a guy like you.”

“Fecking hell.” Key—Kian scrubs his way-past-five-o’clock shadow. “You know, it’s Halloween, but you insisting on marrying Monroe Baron might be the scariest shite I’ll hear all day.”

“I’ll be there, so if you need me or if you ever feel unsafe, my number is in your mobile. I made you put it in last night.” I roll my eyes. “Of course you gave me your number. That’s the least psychopathic thing you’ve done yet. Anything else?”

“With him, your life is in danger. With me? The world is. No one touches my wife.”

“So many men demand respect by ruling with an iron fist, but they could be loved if only they gave us their tears.”