…, where he had been quietly setting up while the guests enjoyed their meal and endured the speeches. The bride and groom sat in pride of place at the top table, both looking good enough to eat. Stephan chuckled; it had been a long time since he’d snacked on a bride and groom, even longer since he’d had the pleasure of deflowering a willing bride on the eve of her wedding. Times had changed, but weddings remained his favourite hunting ground. Now, instead of the bride, he turned his gaze onto the guests.
