He needed more. She was still too beautiful, too regal, too much. “Aren’t you supposed to have some little kids running around throwing flowers? Or did you sacrifice them on the way?” Her face jerked. “Yes, I did. And I devoured their souls.” There she was. “Good to know. The photographer is snapping pictures. Say cheese, love.” Elara gave him a brilliant happy smile. “Cheese, dickhead.” He did his best to look the way a groom might if he was actually marrying this creature and imagining getting her out of that gown tonight. “Rabid harpy.” “Bastard.” The pastor, a man in his thirties with dark
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