(THIRD BOOK in the Golden Girl Series)
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"Till death do you part?" The priest finishes off with.
"I do," I answer - knowing how ready I am to die with this man.
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"They got away."
Tik-tik.
I look down at the pathetic excuse of a man. Even from atop the stairs and behind my desk overlooking the grand foyer, it's hard to miss how much he's shaking. Normally, I'd respond by showing everyone the consequences of failing - hence the shaking I assume. But to be honest, I don't mind that my cousin and her gang escaped. For once, I'm actually glad.
To the man's surprise, I smile at him. "It's okay. If I was to crush the North, I wouldn't do it under such mundane circumstances. No... The day I destroy my cousin should be much grander," I announce, "Is there any news about the wedding?"
"We're waiting for our spy's return, but I fear that if it's taking this long, he might have already been captured," the man informs.
"Hmph, give him another hour or so before you kill his wife. And make sure it looks like the North did it," I instruct.
The man bows his head before leaving.
Even though I'm happy the North's end will be met at the wedding, I can't help but feel like a complete idiot for letting my cousin escape with her wretched inner gang. It's an insult... If father was here... I don't even want to think about the disappointment on his face... Where has he gone off to? I feel anxious not knowing where he left to or why. Was it to keep some information safe? Or has even my own father come to fear my face.
What a terrible thought... To have the man who made you who you are, fear for his own creation...
Tik-tik-tik.
I feel myself getting worked up again. If I don't release some anger, I'll never get that annoying noise out of my head!
"Nixon!" I call.
Nixon doesn't waste a moment to appear before me. The large man has his beard in braids today and for some reason, it's annoying the hell out of me. I contemplate ordering him to shave. "The man that punched me in the face last night. What's his real name?" I ask. I can still feel my swollen cheek sting a little and if not for makeup, a bruise would probably show.
