Chapter 32

Marshall

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My angel waded through the entrance of the golden-bathed foyer. Honey gold light radiated from enormous chandeliers overhead, glowing off the marble that covered the surface of every floor, pillar, stair, and wall. The space was mostly quiet except for the infrequent pitch of a voice from nearby, the ballroom probably.

"This is gorgeous," she murmured.

I looked her over and felt the strongest urge to grab her by the supple swells of her hips. Curling my fingers into fists, I steeled myself from acting on impulse. I was used to being able to touch her, look at her, and speak to her as the sole object of my attention. It physically pained me to refrain from being closer to her.

The amber light scattered across her honey-colored hair and painted her fair skin bronze. Her eyes were wide as they soaked our surroundings in.

"This place was a personal mansion for an oil magnate in the mid-twentieth century," I told her. "Once he died, his family turned it into a venue. They us