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Although, I am a Kincaid.
Whether Finn loves or hates that, it’s who I am, and I will not bow to anyone. Not to any O’Clery or any law-abiding rule that states, even though I’m married, that it’s going to mean that I have to honor and serve my husband.
Because I won’t.
And anyone in this room who knows about the chaos that ensued in this very room will be privy to learning that I’m not going to be a true wife to Finn O’Clery. That I’m being forced to do this against my will because they’re animals and deserve to all be put down.
Except for his mother.
She was kind and tried to console me, but all I could do was order her out of my makeshift prison because she was making it worse. If I had to hear one more word out of that woman’s mouth about how she promised Finn would be good to me, I was going to scream.
She must not know him as I do.
Never seen the blood lust in his eyes when he’s about to murder someone because I’ve seen it all.
Finn will serve as nothing but a tormenting reminder of what he’s done to my family.
What he did to my last fiancé.
What he is to my family.
He’s cruel and merciless, but it’s not the end of our history.
No, I’m going to have my time to where I can watch him bleed out or get knocked out; either one. There will be no peace that will ever be created when it comes to the two of us because he’s never allowed me an ounce of peace.
Of sanity.
Everything from here on will be about getting closer to him and learning his routines until the righttime to strikecomes.
He shouldn’t have let me in.
Finn permitted his pride to outplay his smarts because I won’t be a wife that would sit quietly and not observe. The latter is what I plan on doing the whole time I’m stuck here until I can figure my perfect way out.
And, while all those dreams sound too nice to be true, and I wish the words would make me stronger, I can’t help the way my legs shake as I inch closer to Finn, who is standing at the other end of the made aisle.
Sweat beads at the edge of my forehead as I clench my boutique as if I’m gripping Finn’s neck.
Maybe one day.
But today, I’m stuck doing the unthinkable. The one thing I don’t want to do.
Yet, what other choice do I have?
This is all for show. This is all to make them look humane. The ceremony is to make it appear as though Finn and I are madly in love and want to create a future together.
But ours is bleak and dark because we won’t last that long.
Not now or ever.
Finally, at the end of the aisle, I step in front of Finn, and I can’t help the glower that forms on my face.
I disregard the small tidbits that I was able to take note of when I approached. He’s dressed in all black, like a funeral, with a red handkerchief coming out of the pocket.
It’s as if he’s taunting me with blood even though it’s fabric.
Nothing on me or anywhere I saw in this room has a speck of red.
The priest immediately begins speaking as if not to waste time, but I don’t hear the words coming off his lips. I’m too busy staring back at blue eyes that look amused by what is happening.
