Lucien stood beside me. When he noticed my hands and feet had gone ice-cold, he slipped off his coat without a word and draped it over my shoulders.
I let out a bitter laugh, watching the two of them inch toward reconciliation.
"Disgusting."
"It really is. How about we make things a little more interesting?"
Lucien clapped his hands—once, twice. His bodyguards drew their weapons in perfect unison. Every barrel pointed at Damien and Joy.
"Cross—what do you think you're doing?"
Lucien picked up the dagger from the floor and tossed it casually between the couple. His eyes were half-lidded, his smile almost lazy.
"I'm here to settle a score for my wife. Between the two of you—only one walks out alive."
The wedding hall emptied in seconds. Guests fled in every direction.
Damien stared
