Cassius's eyes bore into me with a hungry intensity, clearly expecting that I would willingly take his hand. But when I hesitated, a chuckle escaped his lips, cold and mocking. I remained still, and at that moment, I felt his hand grabbing my wrist.
"So stubborn," he murmured, tugging me forcibly onto the stage beneath the harsh lights.
I bit my lip, shooting daggers at him through the veil that covered my face. My heart raced as anger morphed into a panicky swirl of emotions. We stood before the priest, the air thick with tension. My eyes darted to the side, looking around for Amelia and Ethan.
