The corridor through the main hall stretched endlessly ahead, the usual marble tunnel was now a parade of colors; its silver light and gold embroidered lines seemed to mock every single step I took.
My heels – new ones too – clicked softly against the polished floor, and with every step I took, they seemed to echo far louder than they should have been able to.
Even though I had dozens of wolves around me, and even though Sylvia was just half a step behind me, everything felt quiet, and still.
This was the kind of silence that carried weight, the kind that always caused a big boom.
I glanced down at my hands and smiled. Vera had wanted me to carry flowers, but I had refused. But they had retouched my dress again, and the wedding itself had to be pushed forward for another hour, beca
