Blood Fued
The priest repeats himself, switching my name with hers, and she silently continues to look at me as if she’s trying to read my thoughts.
“It’s your turn,” I murmur, holding her gaze, challenging her to walk away.
“I, Mia Kincaid, take you, Quenten Yilmaz, for my…” Her voice fades, and I tilt my head, slowly shaking it. Blinking hastily, she clears her throat and begins to rap the words. “For my lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. And if you try to consummate this marriage tonight, we will have to hold a private burial for your penis.” She continues to speak, arching her brows with a ‘touch me a
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