Dancing With the Devil (The Devil #2) Read Free

slits went up both sides of her legs, and she wore black stilettos.  She looked… Wow.
     
    “The colors are a sign of good luck,” she explained.  “It means they wish you and Andrew a happy marriage.”
     
    “Why are some of the women wearing blue?” Harleen asked, craning her neck to get a better look at said women. 
     
    “They’re jealous,” Amber stated in a dismissive tone.  “They want Andrew all to themselves.  It’s also a very offensive color to wear, mocking you, in essence.”
     
    Harleen frowned at the thought.  “I don’t like them,” she said, her voice quiet. 
     
    “No one does,” the young woman told me.  “They’re Andrew’s… oh, how should I say it?... leftovers.”
     
    Harleen’s eyes narrowed.  Okay, so she didn’t want to marry this guy, but still; did he really invite his whores to their wedding?  Was he that much of a jerk?!  Yes, she knew he was the devil for crying out loud, but she was still surprised at the audacity of their presence.
     
    “Don’t worry,” Amber said, mistaking Harleen’s anger for jealousy.  “If Andrew is anything, he’s loyal.”
     
    The statement caught her off-guard and she glanced back down the aisle.  A couple of men were in black suits.  She still couldn’t see Andrew.  Amber followed her gaze.
     
    “They can’t see us, you know,” Amber said under her breath.  “Cool thing.  These windows are comparative to the interrogation rooms on Earth.  They can’t see us but we can see them.”  She paused.  “Are you ready?  They’re about to start the music.”
     
    There was music in hell?
     
    No, to Amber’s question.
     
    “Yeah, let’s get this over with.”
     
    As the door glided open, Harleen’s heart started to race.  Again.  She could hear her heart over the music, it was that loud.  The people began stood, and everyone looked at the young woman.  She was suddenly self-conscious.  Harleen tried to look for something to stare at, to help keep the thread of sanity she had left.  She could feel herself tearing up, but she would not cry in front of these people, least of all him .  Amber reached out and squeezed Harleen’s hand, causing her worries to flutter away temporarily.  Then, Amber began to walk down the red aisle.
     
    Harleen could do this.  She could do this.  She could do this.
     
    It was just walking, for crying out loud.
     
    But she couldn’t move.  Her body would not let her.
     
    And then Harleen saw his eyes.  There were the familiar dark hazel eyes Harleen remembered.  The man himself was beautiful in his sharp black and white tuxedo. 
     
    Goodness, he was attractive.
     
    Harleen inwardly cringed at her initial thought.  If she hadn’t already been in Hell, she would have been sent there for her forbidden thought.  Even though she had admitted Andrew was attractive before, it was different because he was the devil.  She could not believe that she thought the devil, that she thought he was attractive.  She hated herself even more.
     
    And yet, as she chastised herself, she could not look away from him.  He was… Harleen sighed.  He was too beautiful.  Maybe even heart-achingly so.
     
    She surprised herself by making it over to him without tripping or otherwise embarrassing herself.  It was then she realized that she came up to his shoulder, and goodness, he had broad shoulders.  How could she not have noticed before?  He looked at her, up and down.  Harleen still felt insecure, but she would be damned if she let him see it.  She tried to keep her face passive and cool, arching a brow at him once his eyes reached hers again.
     
    Then he smiled at her with that now infamous crooked smile of his before casting his eyes out to his audience.  “May I present,” he bellowed, and before Harleen realized it, his fingers wrapped around hers, “my lovely new wife, Harleen.”  While the majority of the audience burst into applause, he looked back at his bride