Chapter 53
Layla’s POV
I didn't even bother to hide my expression from him. I stared right back at him through heavy, lust-crazed eyelids, my lips parted in silent, panting torment.
Wyatt’s eyes twitched, a strange, dark conflict flashing across his features—it wasn't disgust.
It was something far darker, a sudden, sharp realization that something deeply wrong was happening right under his nose.
Up at the altar, the minister was speaking, his solemn voice droning on about eternal love and sacred vows, but all I could focus on was the man standing beside my mother.
Mateo adjusted his grip in his pocket, seamlessly cycling through the vibration patterns.
The Ferri pulsed in sharp, rhythmic bursts, then held a continuous, bone-rattling buzz that made my core throb violently.
Every
