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mony was

iosity. Rhys stood beside me, posture rigid, reciting the bonding vows in a monotone. He smelled of anxie

Arthur Foster appeared. "This way, Luna," he sa

es of servants peeking from doorways, their whispers following us like gh

f oak doors and bowed stiffly before

oors open and

oomy twilight. The air was thick with the cloying scent of medicinal herbs, antisep

ndow, his back to me, meticulously poli

n't have to. I knew it

c humiliation of the ceremony and co

d to pla

d lazy. "Find the bathroom. I'm cove

e wheelchair was nothing mo

ic polishi

tally handsome, with a strong jaw and a high cheekbone. The left side was a ru

over me, sizing me up like a bu

ice him, raising an eyeb

asual finger. "You one of the se

ng to my arm to pull m

seemed to drop again. The

surprise, a low, rasping chuckle esca

. "You're the first person who's ev

retty rude. Where's your Alpha? Tell him to

from his face, replaced by ice. "I am

ss legs, then back up, letting a look of mock realizati

he word out. "So yo

did

ated fury ignit

lver blur that hissed past my ear, missing my face by less than an inc

led up on my cheek where

t even

rritory you're on," he snarled, a

my finger to my lips and licked the single red drop from my skin,

t back, just as cold, just as deadly,