Chapter 155

Third Person's POV

Theron Vane's lips parted, his voice low and smooth as velvet.

"Parce que je veux t'épouser."

The French syllables slipped through the air like the resonant hum of a cello, brushing against the tension of the moment like silk over steel.

Wren Thorne's pupils shrank slightly. The soft glow of the bedroom lights caught the subtle sheen on Theron's lips, making them gleam with a ro