A man said something in a language that I didn’t recognize. I looked at him. He stood in front of us, a little platter in his hand. On the platter were two gold rings.
Wedding rings. This was a wedding ... my wedding ... to Kardom.
“No,” I heard a voice saying, but it came out slurred and slow. I moved my mouth again, hoping it would answer my demand to shriek and scream and call for help. “No.”
I tried to step back, but Kardom held my hand, his fingers tightening painfully around mine.
Fury flared to life in his eyes, and I felt a jolt of adrenaline course through me. It triggered a brief moment of lucidity. He had drugged me somehow and was forcing me to marry him. I had to get out of there, get away from him and ... Maggie? How could she do that to me? How could she be a part of suc
