Synopsis
"Sin… that word belongs to someone like me. Not you." A low, heavy voice cut through the silence. The kind that seemed to crawl out from somewhere underground. A devil's baritone. Like something grinding deep beneath stone. Lily didn't pick up on the restrained fury underneath it. This was the first time she'd ever heard him speak. "Tell me. Who were you grieving for right up until today? Until our wedding day?" Lily was dressed head to toe in plain black — stiff, shapeless fabric that hid every inch of her. Even if she was genuinely in mourning, it was…
