The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

of the doors and yanking. They didn’t budge. Evelyn’s private security guards, Miller and Davis, had already moved. They stood with their broad backs pressed against the heavy wood, their arms crossed over their dark suits, acting as a barricade.

“Open the doors, Miller,” Harris demanded, his face flushing a blotchy red. “I am a city official. I am continue reading …