Om denne bog

“They said I could choose my reward. I choose you.”

It was a simple job: go to a wedding. Execute the groom.

Then I saw the bride, wearing a mountain of white satin, her lacy veil now spattered with blood. Instead of running away screaming like the rest of the wedding party, she raised her chin and stared at me, a challenge in her dark eyes. I felt a flicker of feeling in my cold dark heart...

Then she shot me. And I knew...

I had to make her mine.

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