The city hall stood eerily quiet, its cold air wrapping around Cassandra and Icicle as they lingered at the entrance.
Rain began to fall, soft and deliberate, as if nature itself hesitated. Cassandra pulled her coat tighter, glancing up at the gray, unbroken sky.
People usually obsessed over choosing the perfect day for registering a marriage, treating it like a sacred milestone. But for her, each time had been anything but sacred—either a rushed decision or part of a mission. In and out, no time for sentiment.
Her grip tightened on the new marriage certificate. The last time she'd held one, it had also been in the rain. Even the clouds seemed frozen in time, as if history were looping itself.
'Funny,' she thought, her gaze distant. Despite the similarities, the person standing
