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“to join this man and this woman in the godly bonds of matrimony.”
A scoff rumbles under my breath. “The only godly thing here is I.”
“And yet you look like you’re being dragged to your own hanging,” Elara grates out of the corner of her mouth.
I keep my face smooth. “A hanging would have been preferable.”

Ahh what a lovely wedding guys

“There are a great many ways a husband can deliver pain to his unruly wife. Involving my lap. And my hand. On your ass.”

“If you ever get near my family again,” she grinds out, “I’ll slit your throat for the sake of practice.”

AAAHHH THIS IS TOO GOOD!!

“The girl can no longer hide in graves now, cozying up with death.” A chuckle slips out.

Hehehe little does Mother know what she does in said grave with Dead

“You look like a man who doesn’t sleep.”
Indeed, and it’s her stubborn daughter who’s to blame for it.

“I will play your husband for twenty, maybe thirty miserable years. I will watch you wrinkle. I will watch your beauty rot. And when that last kernel of sand finally drops”—his hand comes up, gripping the back of my neck, not tenderly, but like a master claiming a hound—“I will take your soul, and I will drag it down to the deepest, darkest pit.”

Ugh the enemies-to-lovers right now is PEAK!!

“I could fuck you right here, and it would merely be an itch scratched.”
“Then do it,” I challenge, lifting my chin. “Scratch the itch.”
He stares at me, chest heaving, sense warring with sensuality. “Infuriating woman!”
He crashes his mouth down on mine.

“You think you can beckon me into your bed and make me vulnerable enough to bleed over that crown? Little queen, I won’t give you the reaction you seek.”
I buck my hips. It’s a brazen, reckless move, grinding the center of me straight up against the hardness straining beneath his trousers.
“I don’t know, but something sure is reacting.”

“A gravedigger lying beside Death in a kitchen maid’s grave.”