The 10Th Death At The Wedding

Synopsis

At our wedding, when Marshall Goodwin guided me to that fatal seat, I suddenly felt it was all meaningless. I'd tried to win his heart nine times. The first eight times, I'd died because of his adopted sister Dorothy Goodwin's deadly schemes. This was my closest attempt yet. But the fishing line glinting on the clock's hour hand told me the truth. When the clock struck 12, the taut line would pull the trigger of the crossbow hidden below. It would kill me. Again. Marshall's warm hand on my shoulder made me nauseous. I tried to pull away. He leaned closer, smiling, and whispered in my ear. He said, "Behave. "Dorothy stayed up all night setting this up. "If it works, you can always try for a tenth time. "I promise I'll stop her games next round." So he knew everything. He knew I'd loved him through nine lifetimes. He knew Dorothy's "pranks" had killed me every time. But what he didn't know—This was my final chance.