He was standing before a massive mausoleum, one guarded by two beautifully erected weeping angels, and he was just standing there, as still as those angels, his arms stiff at his sides and his hands closed. She took a step for- ward as her gaze drifted to the name on the mausoleum.
de Vincent.
Her eyes widened and she blurted out, “Holy baby llama.”
The man twisted at the waist, and Rosie was suddenly standing within mere feet of the Devil.
That was what the gossip magazines called him.
That was what most of her family called him.
Rosie liked to refer to him as in her wildest dreams.
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