Page 26 of Captive Bride

Tucked into the corner, surrounded closely by men almost as imposing, is the green-eyed man.

His eyes follow my every movement.

My skin heats up anew, blood rushing wildly to my face.

I feel his eyes on me even more presently than I feel the Governor’s touch.

They match me, they caress me. They touch me more than any hands ever have.

The hands of my captor feel more oppressive than ever, spinning me wildly about.

I know that there’s no escaping the rough embrace of my fiancé, just as I know there’s no escaping my family.

I am a caged woman, bound since birth to a cause I never believed in.

Still, as my hauntingly bridal dress skims across my feet, I search the ever-spinning crowd. Looking desperately for green eyes.

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