Chapter 48 Her Husband

• Eve
• The ceremony dragged on in a haze of celebration and other things in between, every word feeling like a chain tightening around my chest. Harlan’s blood had been hastily mopped from the aisle, but dark stains still marred the marble, and the metallic scent lingered under the flowers. Guests sat rigid, eyes wide, afraid to even whisper. Mia’s voice shook as she pronounced us husband and wife, but no one clapped. No joy. Just stunned silence.
• Then, as the officiant stepped back, Aunt Clarissa rose from her seat in the front row. Her face was a mask of fury and disgust as she marched toward me, heels clicking sharp against the floor. Before I could react, she grabbed my wrist hard, and yanked me a few steps aside, away from Sage’s reach.