Persephone was passed out beside Santiago. The syringe had done a number on her. He had serenely captured her without any screaming or kicking with a prick of the needle but the same could not be said about her bodyguards. They were probably lying dead somewhere outside the bridal room.
Beads of blood splattered on her pure white wedding dress like a plain white canvass filled with red dots, such a beautiful contrast of red against the white.
His gaze fell on her face again. If not for her long raven black hair he would have mistaken her for his Persephone but his Persephone had wavy auburn hair which didn't even reach her back when he first saw her in that basement and those green eyes of hers were enough to light any dark room.
"When do we leave for the Island?" Callum asked Santiago with a frown.
"Not we. Just Killian and I along with the stolen bride" answered Santiago without bothering to look away from the sleeping Persephone.
