The wedding ceremony had gone without a hitch or a dagger being thrown. Azia gave her vows, ate her wedding cake, and danced all the while feeling like she was wearing some kind of Halloween getup, but it no longer mattered to her. Every time she looked over at Zeke, at her husband, he was always beaming at her, as if nobody else in the room even existed. He could see through the various layers and, at that point, it simply didn't matter if anybody else could. She knew who she was, and she ...