Leilani.
"But you cannot!" She cried so loud, I could literally hear my wall clock rattle perilously, threatening to fall.
And while her loud voice made me wince in pain, goddess, I couldn't even blame her.
I couldn't fault her for worrying so much about me.
I lowered my gaze, feeling shame crawl over me like several reptiles and whispered; "I can and I will. He promised to make it a marriage without set boundaries. He said that I'll always be free to do whatever I want…"
"And you'll be fucking your cousin every night! Did you never think about that?!"
At her words, I clamped my lips shut and looked away, hating the way bile now rose at the back of my throat as if making a mockery of me… as if showing me exactly how it would feel to have his hands on my body… his lips on mine after we said I do…
And bloody hell, I shuddered, almost convulsing when the repelling images flashed across my mind.
