The priest is yanked back and a sharp, silver blade presses against his throat, and Cash Fox’s wild grinning face appears over his shoulder. “Nobody moves or Father here gets a VIP meet and greet with that God he’s so fond of.” He looks to me with a wicked smile and quick wink. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Fox.” The double doors at the back of the sanctuary swing open. “Did we already get to the ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ part? Because I object on account that Euphemia Fox is already married. To me.”
