ana'
d like dying rose
nd me. Lace bit into my skin. The veil, a suffocating cloud over my head
sharp and hard, before
v
cou
leaned against the frame, arms crossed, a
e ready for a funera
im, my movements s
ither - no silk, no shine. Just black, heavy fabric like a soldier before a bat
we both are
my thoughts so easily. Hated that somehow, we were standin
nd the door, his voice echo
s ti
ide, letting me
me, long and cold. Every step I took e
ors, they swung open, and a
ds of
cur
resen
like wolves s
the front pew. His nod was slig
hre
nees to keep
g lightly around my wrist, guiding me fo
ogether, si
etending t
ssed in
a flat hum against the roar in m
o
no
b
b
mach t
rst. His voice didn't shake. He sounded like
t was
to lean closer,
even as my heart kicked agains
d thinly and ask
felt more like a shackle than a promise. His hands were warm. Ste
the bride," th
slow, giving me a
idn
st, barely there. A whisper of a ki
came up to cup my jaw, and for a seco
tween us, sharp
ted
ted
d
d mine like he was looking for someth
ered the moment. L
o face the crowd, we
as d
as
as m
tter o
ly w
ed the black cars waiting at the curb. Ivan guided me toward the front one, t
or me. I hesitated j
gh that only I could hear. "Or
id i
slamming shut with a
tbelt. The driver was one of Ivan's men - hard-eyed,
ed around us, the city flashing by in
," Ivan said
t him. "Don't talk to me li
mouth. "You're not. Soldiers
cide whether that was a
xt second, the
- glass shattering
rd, throwing me a
d the air. M
th and shoved me down, cov
own!" h
him over the ri
iolently. Somewhere ahead of us, another vehicle slamme
see, but Ivan's weight
e dead," he gro
rinding against stone. The driver barked something in R, the car scre
door open and
lled the alley, thick and choking. So
after him. We ducked into a crumbling doorway
said, pressing me
cream at him.
wasn't
ving, my fingers digging int
er, his body tense, coiled
he muttered, "they
ing," I
for the first time, I saw a
or hi
r