Alina’s POVThere was a flicker of something in Damian’s eyes—something raw and painful—that made my heart clench the moment we turned back to the altar. I knew him too well. I could read every nuance, every twitch in his jaw, every shift in his gaze. He was angry. Not just at Darius. Not just at the elders.At the world.At the fact that no matter how hard we tried, peace never came easy for us.I squeezed his hand tighter as we stood at the front again, the silence from the crowd pressing down on my chest like a stone. Their stares pierced into my skin like daggers, filled with whispers and judgment, and I hated that I was thinking about them.But I was.I always did.And I hated that more than anything.Still, even as I clung to Damian’s hand, even as he stood tall and defiant like he always did, my thoughts spiraled.They said he was breaking tradition.I’d heard the words. Cold and final. A breach of sacred rites.And the elders—those rigid, wrinkled judges of our lives—they hadn
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