My father clears his throat, and everyone lowers their weapons in unison. He has trained them well. Benedetto sighs in relief and then pushes Eve further in front of him. Coward. Standing behind his own daughter, forcing her to walk first into the room. I want to slit his throat, but I also know he is the only reason Eve is agreeing to our arrangement. And I’m surprised to find this bothers me. I don’t think there is a universe in which Eve would agree to marry me of her own free will, but I wish there were.
“Luka,” my father clips, nodding his head forward. “Search her.”
It could be a trap, and we would be fools to not consider it otherwise. I step into the aisle and walk towards her. For the first time, Eve looks up at me, and I see her cowering in front of me that night in the parking
