

Well, well, well isn’t this a lovely sight. I tugged my leather gloves up my wrist. My voice cold as I strolled down the aisle. Though, it breaks my heart I wasn’t invited. My gaze fell on my brother Lucas who stood at the alter in a white suit. pissed? Good, so am I. My other brother Neil threw a ball of light, I flicked my wrist and he flew into the wall. Be still. I growled. And then I turned to her, the angelic little bride. You, my light, are my bride.


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