Chapter 118 One-hundred & Eighteen

• Mikhail
• My bloodstained hands are a grim reminder of another wedding turned into a murder scene. My fists clench at my sides as rage and guilt swirl within me like a storm, threatening to break loose. I should be a married man, but instead, I'm planning how I can contain the blowback from my own wedding massacre.
• The casualties were few, but one is too many. I let my guard down when I shouldn't have.