The wind swirls the skirt of the emerald dress around my ankles as I walk to the temple with Lucia at my side. She is somber and silent. I think she has finally accepted the inevitable. Rafe isn’t here, and my father will have his way.
Marcus stands at the door of the temple, looking just as somber as Lucia. He is wearing Longclaw black and silver and looks quite nice in it. It should be Lucia approaching him now in a dress suited to her. But instead, it’s me, and my father, standing at the other side of the door, is the only one who looks happy about it.
“You don’t have to be here, Lucia,” I whisper to her. “This is going to be terribly difficult for you.”
She squares her shoulders. “I would walk through fire for you. Do you not remember the temple where you saved me? I know it’s been
