Rose's POV

The vows had been spoken. The wedding was over. And still, I could not get over the fact that something inside myself was broken—something I could not mend. The cheers and noise and clinking glasses receded in the distance, and I was watching everything going on in a space beyond.

“Elijah ruined this, Rose.” Victor’s deep voice was low and clipped with barely contained rage. We are in a celebratory mood, but here we are with you acting cold. You barely spoke a word. What ...