I barely get up to use the bathroom.
Kit texts me, wanting to talk.
All I could text back wasI’m sorry.But I forced myself to text more.We can talk after. You can tell me if you still want to be with me. I love you.
I turned off my phone after I texted. I didn’t want to see his response.
I didn’t want to see him promise he’d be with me no matter if I was married to another man, no matter the risk to his life.
Or if he told me he was done, and we’re breaking up.
I’m numb.
I don’t feel anything.
I don’t think about Lennox.
I don’t think about Kit.
I don’t think about my future.
All I can think about is—one day.
I hear the clock ticking—over and over and over.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Time’s almost up.
Chapter13
Lennox
“Be ready for anything,”I say to Hayes and Gage as we pull up to the church in our black tuxedos. We’re always on guard for an attack, but today especially so.
They both nod solemnly. Even Hayes, who is usually chipper, has a serious expression on his face.
We get out of the car and walk toward the church as a unit. I’m getting married in an hour, and I haven’t heard from Rialta. But the lack of communication makes me assume she’s going to go through with this. I’m ready for anything, though, including her deciding to run instead of marrying me.
Hayes stops me just before we reach the church steps. “Are you sure?”
I look from him to Gage, who is also looking at me like he thinks this is a terrible idea. But we all have to take big risks to achieve our goals. I’m willing to die. And I know they would make the same decision.
“Yes,” I say firmly, my tone directing them to never ask me again.
Hayes steps to the side, and we enter the church. The sanctuary is beautiful. Large ceilings, stained glass windows, classic wooden pews, and marble floors. Ri decorated it with classic white flowers and candles—very romantic.
Too bad there is nothing romantic about today.
I still can’t believe this is happening. I’m about to be a married man.
A few weeks ago, it was Beckett who was about to be married to Rialta. And now, it’s me.
One of Vincent’s men approaches us as we stand in the aisle of the sanctuary.