Naomi
I pushed the food around on my plate, unable to eat another bite of the rich meal without throwing it back up. I thought that the wedding would be the most nerve-wracking part of today, but sitting beside my “husband” and watching him proceed to get drunk was perhaps worse.
It wasn’t because he was drunk. No, I was kind of hoping that he would have too much to drink and would delay the whole consummation for at least one night so I could figure out how I was going to explain to him that I wasn’t a virgin.
It was the fact that he could be violent. I had seen it before, and with the amount of alcohol he was consuming, there was no doubt that he wasn’t going to be the man I had wed today.
Not that I knew him at all.
Gavril Kirilenko was a man shrouded in brutality, but also there w
