Artem Kovalyov will never let me go.
He’s the one who started this kiss and he’s the one who ends it. He pulls back, leaving my lips raw and stinging as he looks down at me.
Then he leans in and whispers in my ear. Something in Russian.
“I don’t know what you just said,” I manage to stammer. It still sends a chill down my back all the same.
One corner of his mouth goes up in a dark tilted smile.
“You will soon enough,” he rasps.
Then he hooks my hand around his arm and we move down the aisle to thunderous applause.
As we walk towards the cathedral’s entrance, I’m able to take in more faces, people I wasn’t capable of noticing before.
Like an older gentleman in a sharp black tux, insulated by a ring of the largest men I’ve ever seen.
It takes me only a second to figure out why he l
