After taking a few deep breaths, I finally muttered, "I do…" My voice shook, uneven and small, because I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd just heard—Vivian's voice.
It couldn't have been a coincidence. Not this time. It was the second time I'd heard it, but this one was different. It was clear, echoing right in my ear like she was standing beside me. But earlier, my gaze darted across the crowd in panic, scanning every face, every shadow, but she wasn't there.
The priest's voice pulled me back, "Then, you, Lord Lucian Drake of the Ice Dragons, take Lady Celeste Blaze of the Phoenix Lineage, to bind your frost to her flame, and vow before the old powers that neither shall consume the other?"
Lucian's gaze never wavered. "I do."
The words echoed softly, yet they carried enough weight to make the air around us shift. The cold breeze that followed brushed against my skin like frost, and even though I tried not to shiver, my body betrayed me.
