Page 151 of Poison Vows

As if aware of the danger awaiting him, he forcefully looks away from me and speaks directly to Angel. “Ivy? Are you okay?”

Again, I stop Angel from looking at him, which annoys her.

When she looks straight at me, her gaze mellows, and she suddenly looks cautious.

“Ivy?” Vaughn calls.

“I’m okay,” she says in a sexy hoarse voice.

“But—" Vaughn starts, but I’m now fresh out of patience and polite cordiality.

“Fuck off now. My wife and I are busy.”

Vaughn turns around and walks away, but I don’t miss the rage in his eyes. Good. This will be an enjoyable end.

“You let me kiss you because you saw him coming, didn’t you?” Angel suddenly questions in a low voice.

I look into her soul-stealing eyes and decide not to bother refuting it. “I’ll always accommodate your every want and need, Angel, no matter the cost to me,” I say and scoop her into my arms bridal style.

Her eyes narrow on me.

“You don’t strike me as a traditional person,” she says softly.

“It’s our fucking wedding night. We’ll be as traditional as is required.” I tell her, holding her gaze. “Besides, we’re both old-fashioned souls.”

Angel eyes me seriously. “You expect me to be grateful?”

She’s getting testy again, likely due to that little exchange with Vaughn.

I shouldn’t have advertised her moans, but he heard them already.

I just needed him to never forget who brought that out of my wife.

“What I expect is your obedience, Mrs. Easton,” I warn her seriously.

One thing I’ve never been able to handle is Angel’s pain.

I always do everything I can to get rid of immediate dangers to keep her safe, but there are other dangers that no matter how much I’ve tried, I’ve been unsuccessful in protecting her.

There are just some pains that can’t be avoided, I know that and I knew that one day, Angel was going to have to face the truth she was so adamant on finding.

This might’ve been smoother had my grandfather not intervened, but with the mess that has transpired these past few weeks since my wife came to New York, it only stands to reason that she’d crash out like this.

As we enter our master suite, she lies in my arms feeling too light for my liking. Ty gave me a detailed report on how she hasn’t been eating due to her migraines.

Worriedly, I place the back of my palm on her forehead. She’s still burning up.

There are still tear drops hanging at the corners of her eyelashes, making her eyes appear bigger.

When she looks at me like this, I can’t help but feel like I’m looking at ripples in dark, alluring waters.

This is the reason I fought against a well-planned assassination attempt where I should’ve died.

I didn’t even have the time to process it all because Ty sent an emergency distress signal that Grandfather had a priest and a judge at the house.

All bets were off from there.

What Angel said before was correct. If I wasn’t as twisted up over her, unable to bear, let alone accept, another man marrying her, I wouldn’t have forced her to marry me.

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