Shaking my head, I decided not to worry about her attendance. I’d just have to make sure the enforcers kept an eye on her.
Picking up my phone, I opened the text thread with Connor.
Drake? Really?
A moment later his response came.
You said not to go anywhere alone. You should be happy I listened.
I didn’t mean take the male equivalent of Annie Oakley with you.
You will have to be clearer next time.
A pause.
Also, I do not know who that is.
I made an exasperated face at my phone.
Just try not to get shot in the back.
If he got hurt by my cousin, I was totally giving him an “I told you so”.
An idea struck me as I exited the text thread. Feeling a little mischievous, I opened the phone’s camera and aimed it at my left hand. It took a few tries to catch the perfect angle where the light was just right to make the stone sparkle, but I got it in the end.
Snickering to myself, I opened my text thread titled Demon Wolfy and hit send.
Then I waited.
It didn’t take long.
My phone started vibrating.
Smiling, I hit answer. “Caroline.”
“What the fuck?”
A perfect sentiment for the current situation.
“Did you seriously get married last night?”
“I don’t know. You tell me. Apparently, you were there too.”
There was the sound of sheets rustling. “I don’t think I’ve been this hungover in my entire life.”
“It’s not a pleasant feeling,” I agreed.
“Fuck.” A low groan traveled down the line. “I remember singing. Did we do karaoke?”
“God, I hope not.”
“We were in a chapel,” Caroline said with an air discovery. “There was a big foot dressed up as Elvis.”
I nodded, flopping onto the bed. “That fits my recollection too.”
Caroline’s voice dropped to a hushed whisper. “Wait a minute. Please tell me your groom wasn’t either of the two enforcers we were with last night.”
“Eww. No.” My nose wrinkled. “It’s Liam.”
