I said it. I said I do to Aleksei.
I am smiling like the happiest woman alive when one of the groomsmen suddenly lunged across the aisle, tackling a guest to the floor. A sharp gasp ripples through the audience. Two men scuffle, limbs grappling, and then the groomsman rises, holding a gun.
He points it directly at the bald man who froze on the ground, staring at the gun. Another man shifted, but before he could breath, Nico slammed him down with a punch that had everyone gasping and rising to their feet.
Screams don't come. Not really. There is shock, alarm, a few cries, but no panic. Not like there should be. Not like me. Not like my friends.
My heart slams like a drum in my chest.
Aleksei shoves me behind him.
There is a man, an actual man with a gun, right there, snarling, anothe
