Chapter 8

Salvatore snorted, exhaling a slow cloud of smoke as though I weren't worth the air it took to acknowledge me. The smell of it hung between us, cheap arrogance wrapped in expensive tobacco. "You saw what happened in the garage, didn't you?" he said, his voice maddeningly casual, the tone a man uses when he believes the world already belongs to him. "I know you're obsessed with me, but I've told you before. This wedding is yours, but the marriage certificate belongs to Adriana. She's the one being slighted here."