Adrian was shoved against the pew, his hands wrenched behind his back.

The sharp, metallic click of the handcuffs echoing through the cavernous church was the most beautiful music I’d ever heard.

He twisted his head, his hair falling into his wild, desperate eyes.

The arrogant titan was gone.

In his place was a cornered, pathetic animal.

“Clara, please,” Adrian begged, his voice cracking, shedding all pretense of dignity.

“Clara, don’t do this to me. We can fix this! I can make it right. You love me! You promised to stand by me!”