Violet 

I was getting married to a beast.

Not just any beast, a man who could never be satisfied. A man whose hunger knew no end. No matter how many times we did it, Hades Sinclair always wanted more.

At this point, it was a miracle I could even walk properly. My legs felt like they didn’t belong to me anymore; they’d gone completely numb sometime between last night and this morning. And yet, there I was, walking as gracefully as I could down the hall, pretending nothing was wrong, because the last thing I needed was for someone to look at me and whisper, “Look at her limping. Just...