I glared at him, shielding my best friend behind me.
"What do you want?"
He whistled, voice dripping with mockery. "You and your little friend here—kneel down and put shoes on all of us. Do it until we're satisfied, and we'll call it even. How's that sound?"
I laughed—a cold, sharp sound.
"In your dreams."
But before I could react, Jordan's face went livid and he charged at me. Everyone in the room stared at him in surprise.
I froze too. Was he finally coming to his senses? Did he realize how wrong this was?
Then he stopped in front of me and snarled:
"Luna! Hurry up! You're going to miss the auspicious hour! You wanted to marry me so badly—shouldn't you show some respect?"
He grabbed my shoulder and shoved me toward the floor.
The groomsmen exchanged glances, smugness flickering in their eyes. Leon lifted his chin with a cold snort and kicked off his shoes. The others followed.
My face went stone cold. I swung hard, slapping Jordan across the face—once, twice, three times.
"You're disgusting!"
"You want me to put shoes on you? I spit on you! Who the hell do you think you are? Get out of my way before I make you!"