“You kidnapped me!” I exclaim from the back seat of the car, getting tangled in the long skirt of my wedding dress and adjusting the veil.
“You’re my wife!”
“No—my ex! And you kidnapped me!”
“It’s details. Be quiet for a second, okay? I’m driving.”
“Be quiet?.. Zakharov, you stole me from our own wedding! Where are we going?”
“To your wedding. Mine. With me…”
THE FINAL BOOK OF THE CYCLE.