Chapter 11

The Blood Moon hung over the Moon Temple like a wound. I lay flat on the broken arch above the altar, invisible in the dark, and watched the man who killed me get married. He looked like death in a black tux. Hollow cheeks. Dead eyes. The burn scar peeked from his open collar. Seraphina floated down the aisle in white lace, carrying my blade across her palms. Rubies glinting. Their initials twined together. She reached the altar. Took his hand. "Dearly beloved—" "—and if anyone here objects—" The...