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ElleThe reception has a whole different vibe from the wedding. Everywhere I look, people are beckoning Aaron and me over to offer their congratulations or simply chat.Ava helped me change into something more suitable for the reception. A pale pink mini dress with a beaded bodice and sparkly tulle skirt. It had taken a lot out of me to convince her to go with this when she would have preferred I go with something not as bright. But this was the one thing I wasn't willing to negotiate on. I love pink, and if I couldn't have a pink wedding dress, I might as well have a pink reception dress.Aaron introduces me to some of the council members present at the wedding and while a few of them seem to have no problem with me, at least on the surface, most of them make it a point to make their distaste for me known.I don't mind them, though, because at the end of the day, it doesn't matter how they feel about me. I was now officially married to Aaron. I was his wife and he was my husband.My

AaronWe ditched the car a couple of miles away from the safe house, and now we were making our way toward the faint silhouette of a building in the middle of nowhere—on foot.Yippee.And they say weddings aren't fun.I unlock the door and push it open with a cautiousness that makes Elle's shoulders straighten. She steps in after me and I'm immediately thankful for the warmth that engulfs me once inside.My feet are killing me from all the walking and my arm—though the bleeding has finally stopped thanks to the strips of fabric Elle tore from her skirt—still burned like hell."Welcome home."The air smells faintly of dust and heat which I suppose is to be expected of a place I hadn't been in.... ever.Several pieces of furniture are covered with yellow-tinged white sheets, including the couch and shelf. A fireplace sits at the far end of the room, unlit with a stack of chopped wood beside it, neatly arranged like everything else.The place is surprisingly homey, but it's clear it isn'

EllePain.I'd like to think I was used to the emotion by now. The crippling ache, the dull yet tight sensation burning in my chest, buzzing up my arm like the remnants of a powerful electric surge and all the literary terms I'm too lazy to think of that describe my current state as I wake up.I blink rapidly, my eyes struggling at first to adjust to the sunlight bathing the room from the window. Ugh.I groan and turn my back to the window, lifting a hand to my head and releasing another groan.My head feels like it's being split in two. My hand falls from my face onto the bed, the sudden glint on my finger catching my attention.Fucking hell.Memories come flooding back from last night bit by bit, and then they hit all at once, like a sledgehammer to my skull.The chapel. The gunshots. The low yet rough sound of my new husband's voice begging to eat me out. The way I let him, the way he made me fall apart beneath his gentle touch. Then the clink of his belt buckle. My body going ri

Elle"Oh my goodness, Elle" Ava rushes up to me, gathering me in her arms in a hug. I wrap my arms around her in return, pressing my cheek against her shoulder. She feels warm and familiar and when she pulls away to examine me, she looks worried. "I was so worried about you." She grips my chin and tilts my head side to side and then up. When she doesn't see any cuts and bruises, she sighs in relief, releases my chin and squeezes my shoulder. "When Aaron told me that both of you were attacked after you left the wedding I didn't know what to think."I give her a reassuring smile and lift my hand to circle her wrist. "I'm fine. Really." She stares at me for a second longer as if deciding whether or not she believes me before dropping her hands from my shoulders and sliding them over my arms so she can take my hand."Come" She tugs me along with her inside her and Nikolai's house and closes the door once we're in.It's been three days since I got married and was involved in a car chase a

ElleAva wraps her arms around me in one final embrace once we reach the door. "Don't forget what we talked about," she whispers, then lets me go. I give her a tight smile and turn to face the man I'm not sure I want to see right now.He's only a few inches away from me, close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating off his body yet far enough that I'm able to pretend that it doesn't matter.He smiles when I look at him. The single action tugs at my heartstrings, disarming me to the point that I forget I'm supposed to be mad at him in the first place.When he reaches out to place his hand on my lower back, I’m quick to slip out of reach, stepping in front of him before his fingers can even brush my skin.If he's shocked by my actions I barely register it and start walking towards the parking lot to the car, while he says goodbye to Ava.He jogs past me seconds later. I'm already only a few steps away from the vehicle, but Aaron is determined to get me to notice him and reaches the