Chapter 23 Trapping the Rabbit

• On the second floor of the venue, Edward surveyed the scene from a lofty vantage point, bathed in the soft illumination that swept across his features. The scar tracing from his brow to his jawline lent an air of ruthless resolve to his stern countenance.
• When Melody impulsively referred to him as her "husband," a faint glimmer danced within Edward's dark eyes, momentarily catching him off guard. His throat tightened, parched with the weight of her words.
• How long had it been since anyone publicly defended him?