'I pronounce that they be man and wife together...'
Jenna stood at the aisle with a bright smile on her face. She was finally going to get married. Rhane had won the tournament and now she was getting married to....
Jenna's smile seeped away like ink bleeding into water.
It wasn't her at the altar. Rhane was with someone else, a tall slim woman. Jenna couldn't make out her face, but when she turned, she whispered something.
'You promised, Jenna.'
"No!" Jenna cried out. Before she could run forward, someone grabbed her arm. It was Gerald.
'Let us go back home, my sweet little Jenna.'
Jenna shot up from the bed, her chest heaving as if she'd run for miles. Cold sweat glistened on her ivory skin, dampening the sheets beneath her, while her eyes darted wildly around the dark room. Her pulse thrashed in her throat, each beat louder than the silence.
