Chapter 9
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She's never looked right in muted colors. Beige, black, white, navy, each one strips her of something, makes her fade into the background.
But sometimes, on rare occasions, she wears red.
And when she does, even the ground beneath her seems ready to crack apart just to give her more room to walk.
I watch her now, frowning at the bridal dressmaker, their conversation trapped behind the pane of glass between us. My breath fogs the window, a thin cloud marking just how close I am to having her. Close enough to make her understand why I had to keep my face hidden all this time.
An engine growls somewhere behind me, and my whole body tightens. Another loose end to take care of before I can be sure nothing will pull her away from me again.
Damien Kaminski is about to learn just how cold the bottom of Lake Michigan really is.
Don't worry, Roxy. This time there won't be any place left for you to hide. No shadow dark enough, no corner deep enough to keep me from finding you.