"Stop!" Emelisse knew that voice. She could be dead and still she would remember that voice. It belonged to him. She glanced at the man beside her and she almost felt like she was dreaming. He couldn't be here. He won't be here. If he had to come, he would have, a long time ago.
"I said stop the wedding!" Emelisse blinked and this time she dared to whirl around. His dark eyes were fixated on her. No one but her. Her mind blanked out as she silently stared back at him. He really was here, looking wild and disheveled and dirty somehow and yet his usual authoritative self.
What was he doing here?
"My goodness," her mother prompted, looking aghast. "What happened to him?" Emelisse reflexively took a step towards him but stopped as she felt a tight grasp around her wrist. She turned aroun
