Kestrel's POV
There's nothing calm about the way this ginger-haired man enters the wedding ceremony. I know he's beautiful, but right now it's as if he learned how to be devastatingly attractive through Zeph's teachings. It's like I'm seeing a camouflage of pure rage seeping through his perfectly sculpted features as the men behind him move in a coordinated blur before my eyes.
“What on earth are you?” My father roared at the pretty guy whose name remains unknown to me.
They destroy everything and I've never felt so relieved about a scene, the white folding chairs go flying through the air, the string lights that were draped between the trees spark and fall, and the elaborate floral decorations are trampled underfoot. Rose petals scatter like blood across the courtyard stones.
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