Forty-two: Lucy Lark
They say that when people get married, its supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Instead, as I made my way to the family cathedral, it was like being walked to my own funeral. Edele walked next to me, and I gripped her tightly. Edele noticed, and glanced towards me. “Are you alright?” she asked. We stopped in front of the church, the door of which was slightly ajar, and I knew that they were waiting for me. Lucy Lark was going to be buried, reborn into Lucy O’Broin. Wife of a criminal. A Raven Brothers woman. Whatever that meant.
“I feel like I’m killing myself,” I confessed.
Edele paused. “Lucy, if you want to run….”
“You haven’t meant Liam O’ Broin. I spent only a little time with the man. If the Devil met him, even he’d tremble in his
