Chapter80 Maeve Thorne gets married when I get married

Maeve

The clock on the mantel read ten past eight. Elian’s fingers were wrapped around my wrist, tight enough that I could feel my pulse hammering against his skin. He leaned in close, his breath brushing my ear.

“Follow my lead and don’t look so terrified,” he murmured. “They’re just business ass...

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