The makeup she wore enhanced the perfection of her face, but makeup couldn’t hide the raw nerves simmering below the surface of her polished exterior. Feeling his protective instincts surge, he flicked his gaze away, struggling to detach himself from the scene, knowing that if he didn’t keep himself under strict control he could get them both killed.She walked down the aisle alone, between the rows of folding chairs, her hands clutching a graceful bouquet and her gaze fixed straight ahead as though she was walking to her execution. When she reached the wicker archway, Zanov stepped up beside her and took her arm, the gesture speaking volumes. Maybe she flinched. Nick couldn’t be sure. But Zanov leaned over and whispered something to her, and she straightened her shoulders and looked toward the man who was standing with a large leather-bound book. Not a bible, Nick decided. It looked like a loose-leaf binder.He read the traditional marriage ceremony, pausing for bride and groom to say, “I do.”Zanov had a ring for Camille, but apparently he didn’t plan to wear one, so it wasn’t a double-ring ceremony.
