“Good, because I'm not changing,” Sorcha told them. “I'm a book dragon and damn proud of it.”
“Book dragon?” Finley asked.
“Yeah. You know, dragons hoard things, I hoard books, thus I'm a book dragon,” she replied.
“Makes sense. Sexiest dragon I've ever seen,” Finley told her.
“Fuck yeah she is,” Zaine agreed.
“You boys are definitely good for my ego,” Sorcha said with a laugh.
After they finished eating, they tackled the bathroom and got it packed. “I vote you take some clothes and come to the house to sleep with us tonight,” Sorcha told Finley.
“That sounds like a perfect plan to me,” Finley replied. “I've missed sleeping with you curled up next to me,” he added.
“Then it's settled. Grab some clothes and let's get out of here,” Zaine said.
Finley went to his room and dug clothes out of one of the boxes. He was glad it was Friday, and he didn't have to get up early for work. Neither did Sorcha, so they could sleep in.
“Ready to go,” he told Sorcha and Zaine. “We can move the boxes over tomorrow.”
“Great. Let's go home,” Sorcha said.
Home. He loved the sound of that.
Epilogue
Sorcha
Six months later
Sorcha looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The white chiffon dress, with feathered trim and gold beaded bodice, hugged her frame before flaring out around her hips. She couldn't believe in just a little while she'd be walking down the aisle to her men. They were having a hand-fasting since marriage between three people was illegal.
“You look beautiful,” Acadia said from behind her.
She left her hair hanging loose around her shoulders, and she had a wreath of flowers on her head. She felt a bit like a fairy princess. “Thank you,” she told her friend.
“I'm going to go find my seat. It's almost time,” Acadia told her.
Sorcha nodded. When the music started, she took a steadying breath and walked out of the room she was in.
Although they were having a hand-fasting, they incorporated some wedding traditions into the ceremony. As such, her father waited to walk her down the aisle.
It had taken a bit for all three sets of parents to understand and come to terms with their relationship, but her father had said it best. As long as they were happy, who gave a fuck that it wasn't conventional.
“You look beautiful, honey,” her father said and kissed her temple.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she replied.
“Now let's get you to your men,” he said and offered his arm.
Sorcha slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow, and he escorted her out to the backyard, which had been transformed into a fairy garden complete with twinkling lights.
Her gaze locked on the two men waiting for her at the end of the aisle where Saffron, head of her coven, waited to officiate.
Her father kissed her cheek and handed her off to Zaine and Finley before taking his seat next to her mother.
Sorcha smiled at her men then they turned to face Saffron.
