The pain wasn’t fire. It was ice. A cold, jagged spear driven straight through her chest and out the other side.Arielle was falling.Her body knew before her mind did. Stomach up. Head down. Weightless and heavy at the same time.The silk of her wedding dress snapped and cracked in the wind. The veil ripped free and vanished above her like a torn ghost. Her hair whipped across her face, stinging her eyes.She didn't scream. She couldn't. Her lungs had forgotten how.The air had been stolen moments ago. Stolen by the blade.Five minutes earlier.The Great Cathedral had been too warm.Gold light spilled over polished marble. Candles lined the walls, their flames steady. The air smelled of incense, lilies, and perfume.Benches were full. Velvet. Furs. Jewels catching light with every small, rehearsed movement.They were all watching her.Arielle walked alone down the aisle. Her heels clicked on cold stone. Her dress brushed the floor, white and heavy.No father on her arm
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