"Let's get married!"
Murmurs erupted from everyone gathered in the room. Their eyes widened in disbelief, gazes shifting between Dane and me.
Searching for any kind of reaction from him.
Perhaps waiting for him to ask if I was in my right state of mind. And heck, to hell with a right state of mind.
Dane was right.
No one would dare mess with me if I were wedded to him. Not Trevor. Not even Charlotte.
Perhaps if I hadn't hidden it all along, Bridget would never have died. Perhaps they would no longer have the nerve to demand an apology from me after killing my grandmother.
A dull but relentless ache lingered within me, but I forced my feet to stay firm on the ground.
I wasn't going to let them see me weak. Not anymore.
"What is she talking about…" Before Fiona could finish, Dane mo
