Despite only looking up at him through her veil, Arabella still managed to note how sharp his gaze was on her.
The bright light in his eyes shrouded the world around her in haze until a masculine voice came right from the side.
"The groom may lift the veil off the bride," said the man after clearing his throat.
Silas did not need to be told twice as his hands moved almost immediately. Even though, he remained delicate while raising that thin lace cloak over her head to reveal her beauty.
The way her lashes batted every time her eyes flickered open and shut ever so slowly, made his heart skip many beats.
Black lines emphasized the gemstone irises that rested on him. So soft they were, Silas allowed himself to be sucked into them, minding the idea of forever living in them very little.
The red tracing her already perfect mouth was what hogged his attention next. The thought that, very soon, he'd finally taste them again turned his blood fervent in his veins.
