118. Get Married I

Jessamine

I get a visitor a few minutes to my…wedding. My gaze lands on Darrock’s and nothing could have held me back. I launch myself at him with whatever little strength I have garnered in the past hour—which is close to nothing and he snatches my wrist before I can impale him with the butterknife I’d stolen from my dinner tray earlier.

“Violet, please,” he rasps. “Listen to me—”

Reaching up, I slam my head into his. He groans, retreating a step back and I see that I have caused no damage except the ache spreading through my head. I stumble in the bid to attack him again and he steadies me before I can fall. “Take your hands off me—” A firm hand clamps down on my mouth, silencing my scream of outrage before it can escape.

“I’m trying to help,” he whispers. “We’re leaving. Now.”

I let him see the response to that in my gaze; Over my dead body will I follow him anywhere.

Darrock glances over his shoulder and when his eyes return to me, they’re troubled. “I know you have questions, an