Synopsis
The man I married loves war the way other people love breathing. They call him 'Demon'—the name dripping with terror and respect in equal measure. And somehow I've ended up as his wife. Here's the problem: in the original story, I don't make it past the opening. I get killed as the 'Wicked First Wife', and my daughter goes with me. My daughter is five. She has a laugh that could melt stone, and she didn't deserve any of this. My husband is beautiful in the way sharp things are beautiful—dangerous to look at directly. I tried changing him. Tried…
