My Stepsister Stole My Groom

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igh, that ridiculous wedding dress trailing behind her-I

rave; she was a godd

g more than an open bar and the satisfaction of watching my foo

t me like I was the answer to a qu

a's shrill voice carried into the hallway, and my prote

pping with the kind of condescension that w

my lips. Christ, s

etween the rooms wasn't lost on me-while Kellan's suite look

deserved better than l

's whisper was all venom. "Kell

flute. "While you're playing housemaid to Kellan's ego, I'll be runni

viscerate her stepsister with nothing but wor

ndow, the city lights painting her in gold and shadow. She didn't turn, b

ay she rolled that last word around

tance between us

, catching a strand of her hair

against the glass, and met

ause I don

beside her head. "And I do keep

a cat, deliberately slow, before scoo

to catch the faint scent of her perfume-something

er closely. "This marriage will be scrutinized. I'l

that steel in her voice again, the same one she'd used when

ht it down-but not fast enough

nce we're stuck with each other, do you mind if I

rinkled from the day's chaos. "Unless y

enge. A

n the chair, fi

earlier words. "But don't take too

as she disappeared into the b