A sharp knock echoed through the chapel doors, cutting through the tension like a blade. "Angie?"

a familiar voice called out, laced with concern, I’m sure it was Malcolm's.

I realized through the fog of exhaustion and fear.

The sound froze Rebecca in place, her dagger hovering inches from my chest, the moment teetering on the edge of catastrophe.

A venomous curse ripped from her lips.

“Fuck!” In a blur of motion, Rebecca wrenched the back door open and vanished into the daylight, leaving only the scent of her rage behind.

From the other side of the main doors, Malcolm's voice came again, closer now, hammering against the wood. “Angie!...