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Chapter 8

Kian

Luuk pushes the heavy sculpted doors to the ceremonial hall open. Soft, enticing music gets carried into the hallway, the same music that got played at the wedding of my parents and the wedding of their parents. It reminds me of sunrises, nakedness and tenderness. 

The chatter in the hall dies down immediately. All eyes snap their attention to me and Luuk. My mother and father on the front row, excitement, love, relieve and pride swell on their faces. I know I have lifted an enormous weight of their shoulders when I dragged Nikki into our live earlier this evening. Cloé, and Fayyim are seated behind them, two seats still vacant between them

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