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I felt my hearing slowly return, my body jerked back to reality. I felt pin pricks move along my arms and legs as the rush of blood increased under my skin. It was painful. I welcomed it.
I inhaled, the oxygen feeling cold, icy in my lungs as the world crashed back into me. I remembered bits and pieces of the reception, tears in my memory of the gun, of the bullet cracking through Dimitri’s skull.
I saw flashes of images and sounds, the very real sensation of that warm spray of blood covering my neck and chest, my arms and all over my dress.
And as I stood here in the hotel room where I’d spend my wedding night, where Alexei would pluck my virginity and lock it away as his and his alone, I knew with the cold hard truth of rea
