Chapter 37

• The air was crisp as Astrid hurried through the dimly lit corridors, her cloak billowing behind her. The urgency in her steps echoed in the silence, her mind racing with thoughts of the wedding that was set to take place in two days.
• Kael was supposed to be hers.
• The idea of him standing at the altar, waiting for Chloe—a woman who was supposed to be dead—made her stomach twist with fury. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. She had waited, had done everything right, and now, at the last moment, this stranger had returned to take everything away.