Burn for the Devil by Larissa Vincente

You can’t hide your feelings from me- they’re visible

Him:
I had a job to do, one mission my father expected me to fulfill without fail. If I was to take my rightful place when he stepped down, I would have to obey my orders.
I wasn’t counting on being disturbed or turning into the one possessed.
All it took was one evening.
It was her, and her sapphire satin. Her long brown hair was swept over one shoulder.
Her sparkling ocean eyes threatened to drown me. She was with someone else, but her spirit was seeking mine, not his, as if we were two halves of a whole.
It was as if I’d always known her; been waiting for her.
She never saw me, but I saw her.