“Mama won’t like not being able to arrange a wedding,” she warned him clearly.
“She can arrange a wedding for another date,” he shrugged, as the elevator doors opened and closed again and she stood frozen in place, his hand a warm band around her bicep, eye patch even more vivid on his scarred face in the daylight.
“We’re going to the courthouse tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Her palms began to sweat. It was real, it was happening.
Holy shit, it was happening.
He took a step into her personal space and leaned down while tilting her chin up, his lips an inch from hers, his warm, minty breath sending little shivers up and down her body. “I don’t know how, rainbow,” he murmured softly, “and I don’t know what secrets of mine you have, but I want them all. You’ve sealed your fate now. Welcome to my hell.”
Dramatic, but okay. Although was it dramatic if he meant it literally? His world was the netherworld, the underworld even the media didn’t cover, and she was stepping into it. But this was what she’d wanted.
He pulled back, pressing the button to call the elevator again.
Hector, who she’d forgotten had been witnessing the whole thing from the side, asked curiously. “What was in the box?”
To which Alpha replied, deadpanned. “Drugs.”
Zephyr choked, her heart thudding against her ribs.
Holy shit, it was happening.