No Longer Yours

"You think you can just swap brides on a whim?" Alistair’s grip on Rosalind’s fragile wrist remained uncompromising. A muscle feathered along his clenched jaw. "Don't be ridiculous."

His anger masked a deep, unsettling panic. The weight of her earlier confession—the calm, flat assertion that she had stopped caring about him long ago—pressed heavily against his chest. It suffocated him, leaving an