“Quit worrying about everyone else on your wedding day.” “This is not a real wedding.” I meant for my voice to be hard, but it’s almost a whisper. “Yes, it is. You said ‘I do’ in front of God and all his holy subjects.” “You don’t believe in holy things.” He smirks. “You remember. Were you that obsessed with me?” I huff, turning away from him, but his hold on my neck keeps me pinned in place. “Don’t flatter yourself. I only remember things that will be of use.” “You remember my teachings, too.”
