Lina found it difficult to say anything else. The atmosphere was unbearable. She couldn't decide between running from him and running into his arms. He was still pressed close to her. Heat rolled off of his body in thick waves.
"Pen." Lina swallowed. "Give me the pen."
Lina knew there was no other man in this world who could compete with Everett Leclare, except Kaden DeHaven himself. No other man would be accepted by her family. At least, this marriage with Kaden was a decision she made for herself. No one else.
Lina could say wholeheartedly that she chose this path for her, no matter the hardships she might face, the regret that had yet to come. In the end, she had walked down the treacherous road by herself.
"It'll be a real marriage," Kaden said, grabbing her hand and staring at her fingers. He entwined his hand into hers and she jolted, like she had been shot.
"What are you doing?" Lina demanded, pulling her fingers away, as if his touch had burned her.
