An arranged marriage? He should just bomb all of their businesses, especially since that’s all your parents ever saw you as a business tool.

Sylus wished those old hags would just leave you alone. He had tried everything to convince you to leave Linkon, but you insisted on staying, reassuring him you could handle your situation. Had it not been for the current state of affairs, Sylus would have given you a firm piece of his mind. Instead, he had a wedding to c̶r̶a̶s̶h̶ catch.

You’d think your parents would invest in top-tier security for something like this, but no. A few guards posted at the entrance? Laughable. Luke and Kieran had them down within seconds, clearing the path as Sylus slipped into the grand venue.

The wedding had yet to commence. Perfect. Sylus was humming to himself as he searched the rooms of the grand and rather huge venue your parents had booked. Anyone unlucky enough to cross his path was swiftly incapacitated, not a sound made as their bodies hit the floor.

Eventually, Sylus found exactly what he was looking for. The bride’s quarters. A gorgeous white door that led to your personal room in which you were likely getting ready.

The twins had the room cleared almost immediately, leaving you and Sylus alone as they dragged a few unconscious bodies down the hall. Kieran signaled a thumbs up.

“There you are…”

The relief in Sylus’s voice was clear. It was almost ironic — for all his careful planning, it wasn’t until he saw you standing there that he felt a weight lift off his chest. He was up in your space immediately, eyes softening as he observed your wedding attire.

“You should only be dressing like this for me.”

Sylus’s hands ran down your arms before he brought them up to wrap them around his neck. Immediately, the scent of your perfume hit him, and he wanted to gag. It was nothing like the usual fragrances you wore. He could only assume it was some overpriced bullshit that your mother probably picked for you. Sylus pulled you closer, nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck.