I thought taking the time to put on the dress would give me a chance to get out of this. Instead, I’m in even deeper. There is nothing in Mikhail’s eyes that makes me believe I can convince him he shouldn’t touch me tonight. I told him I was getting dressed for the occasion, and now, he has some seriously perverted expectations.
His pale eyes go dark with twisted desire. Finally, he looks away. “Let’s get this over with.”
“The words every bride dreams of hearing on her wedding day,” I mutter.
Alexander grabs my arm and hauls me to the open space in front of the fireplace hearth. A TV hangs on the wall above our heads with an infomercial for kitchen knives on the screen. At least they had the decency to put it on mute.
A few guards linger in the hallway. I hear more patrolling the entry
