I thought it was over, that all our troubles were behind us. We had a fairytale castle wedding surrounded by family and friends. Aiden wore a dress kilt, looking so handsome it made my heart squeeze, and I floated on air in a white version of the ball gown he'd cast for me in Versailles. Flower girl, ring bearer, Scottish ceilidh afterward-check, check, and check. It was perfect. We were supposed to live happily ever after. But that was before I walked in to find another woman in his bed, a demon with blood red eyes who'd disguised herself as me in order to get what she wanted most: a child from a heaven transporter. And it was in that moment-watching my entire world crumble to the ground-that I knew. This was not over. Not by a long shot.