CHAPTER 90

GISELLE’S POV

I sat across the front of my dress. I want to die. The thought wasn’t dramatic; it was a simple, stark fact. The idea of being bound to him, of his touch, his breath on my skin, his ring on my finger… it made the contents of my stomach churn violently. And Zarkhan… Gods, Zarkhan. He’d...

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