Sage
I didn’t look away from the blood on the floor, but I didn’t linger on it either. My men were already moving, efficient and silent, wrapping the body and head in black plastic. Eve had also woken up after Mia had helped. The smell of iron hung heavy in the air, mixing with the faint floral scent of the ruined decorations.
Chaos. Perfect wedding day.
I turned to the room, voice cutting through the lingering whimpers.
“To the bride,” I said, eyes finding Eve where she stood trembling beside Mia, gown soaked crimson. “I am sorry for the chaos on your wedding day.”
A pause. I let the words settle.
“But at the same time, I am not sorry.”
Eve glared at me, a fierce spark cutting through the shock. She scoffed, shaking her head. “Not surprised,” she muttered, voice bitter.
I stepped
