"You may kiss now."
The words echoed in Malvoria's mind, sharp and clear, as though the officiant had spoken them directly into her thoughts. The world around her seemed to slow, the murmurs of the crowd fading into a distant hum.
All that remained was Elysia, standing before her, a mixture of defiance and uncertainty flickering in those violet eyes.
Malvoria's gaze flickered briefly to the side, catching sight of Zera standing rigidly near the altar.
The brown-haired woman's fists were clenched at her sides, her lips pressed into a thin line as she glared at Malvoria with a barely restrained fury that almost made the Demon Queen laugh.
Jealous, are we?
Malvoria wasn't entirely sure of the details between Elysia and her ever-present bodyguard. She knew they were close—perhaps too close—but the specifics were murky.
