Chapter 4

By the time my plane landed in Seattle, Riven had discovered that the wedding he still wanted no longer belonged to us.

I turned off airplane mode.

Twenty-three missed calls filled my screen.

The first messages were still commands.

Call me.

Send me the address.

Do not sign anything else.

Then the tone changed.

The venue says you canceled our wedding.

Why does the website show another couple’s names?

Tell Severin to undo it.

The final message had arrived two minutes before landing.

Then he called.

I watched his name flash across the screen until it stopped.

A voicemail appeared.