Chapter 15 POSSESSION
I trace the feminine swirls on the marriage certificate, my finger trembling. A cold gust scrapes over my skin as I stand alone in the garden after the ceremony.
Lana Elise Farrah Anderson Kent.
Her scent lingers—roses, invisible here but burned into my memory.
Once, I couldn’t even read these words. I never imagined they’d be tied to my name.
“Lana Elise,” I whisper, grazing the elegant loops of her signature.
She’s mine.
And God help the world if it tries to take her away from me.
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