*~Young Lilith's POV~*
Marcus was there….Right there.
Standing before the altar, his broad shoulders proud, his face steady, his hands clasped with—Selene.
Selene. The same girl he once laughed about, brushed aside, told me never to worry over.
And now she stood where I should have been, her gown shimmering under the glow of the candles, her lips curved in the soft smile of a bride.
My stomach lurched. My chest burned. I didn't know if it was my baby drowning inside me or if it was just my heart shattering into a thousand bloody shards.
I tore myself from Alice's embrace, stumbling forward. My lips trembled as I whispered, "No… no, it can't be. That's not my Marcus. My Marcus would never… never marry her. He loves me. He promised me. He—"
The words strangled in my throat. Rage burned with the grief, rising hot, rising wild. My fingers clenched so hard my nails bit into my palms.
"I have to stop him," I gasped, taking a step forward.
