Freya scanned the length of the hall, taking note of the strategic placement of the guards, seeing if they were on attention and not relaxed because of the ceremony. They were not as many as required, another foolish move of her brother.
She saw Azriel's brows knotted together, his eyes scanning just the same as hers; a warrior's instinct. He didn't even smile as the officiant said the vows.
So she wasn't the only one displeased with the wedding, Freya thought.
When Freya's attention returned to the couple, she saw Neera's eyes on her. For how long, Freya didn't know. The same eerie gaze penetrated her, and as the officiant asked Neera if she took Zavian to be her husband, Freya didn't miss the ghost of the cryptic smile directed at her.
"I do," Neera said, never once taking her eyes off Freya.
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