No, my plan was to ditch this dress and sneak out of the castle. Except before I could descend the altar, a low chuckle made me stop. That damn laugh was getting all too familiar. I whirled. “Yes?” The Guardian remained by the table, arms crossed over his broad chest, that signature smirk firm on his lips. “Eager to chase Zavier to his room, my queen?” Margot’s gasp filled the
