Morgath

Vespera POV

We returned to the party, where Katarina pulled us to the dance floor. I wore the same wedding dress minus the veil, bra, and panties. While my groom wore his trousers sans his shirt. I insisted he wear the shirt because his skin was adorned with angry red marks—my nails leaving their mark on his back, his chest, and most prominently, at the junction of his neck and shoulder.

“Oh. My.