SHAY
I thought I had already reached the point of no return when I left my life back at The Mesial, but here I was, packing my things once again.
I still can't believe that I was going to be wed.
The idea of marriage has been wired in my brain a long time ago. I read and watched too much romance literature, and I can't help but feel sorry for myself.
In my 25 years of existence, I never thought that this day would ever come. Especially not right after barely meeting the groom to be.
I hardly even know Detective Oliver, and yet here I was, about to marry him and who knows for how long.
Though, he did promise to let me go, when, if, they capture Marcus.
Now that I think about it, I already feel imprisoned.
My freedom from a binding contract was dependent on that 'if.' I had a gut feeling that this sham marriage will stand for a very long time.
In the worst-case scenario, I might end up dying still tied to the detective.
