Grayson's POV
I was a little taken aback to see that the ceremony was being held in a church. It seemed a rather unlikely place for Edgar Rosethorn to be getting married. I motioned for Thomas to put the gift on the table with the other ones and surreptitiously glanced around. There were no signs of the groom or the bride yet. My interest was peaked. Rather than sit on the pews and wait, I decided to take a walk along the back corridors of the church. I was hardly going to be questioned by those who knew my name and the power that it possessed. Thomas followed along, obedient and wisely choosing to say nothing. I sensed his eyes on me, as though he was puzzled by something although I tried to keep my face expressionless. Part of me wanted to catch sight of the bride, although I could not
