Even after twenty-four years, life would be easier with alcohol. If I can say one good thing about my miserable existence, it's that I haven't had a drink in all these years. Anger, desolation, guilt, and hatred are my drug. I don't wish to spread my wings. I just want death. And now I will accomplish what my heart desires most.

I'm not claiming a bride.

The curse can take my worthless life and be done with it. While the excitement of claiming usually begins to build in ...