“Sorry, Iskra, I’m needed back in the computer room,” Purge apologizes.
I kiss all my guys before they leave.
Thor and Trikk are arguing about the order to watch the films.
I roll my eyes; happy to just be in this moment.
We all get seated, and the screen flares to life.
“So, what’s first?” I ask.
“Iron Man, thenThor,” Valley laughs. “So, not in order, but you’ll love those.”
“Can’t forgetThe Avengers!” Thor hollers dramatically.
Cynthia giggles next to him. I roll my eyes playfully, settling in to watch.
Three movies later, I’m ready to stretch my legs. I'm glad I watched the movies; they were good. Funny, too.
“So... which one is your Marvel husband?” Valley links arms with me.
I'm dying to say Thor, but Cynthia might throttle me. “Loki,” I smirk. “I love my bad boys.”
Thor tsks loudly. “My arch-nemesis.”
“Weirdo.” Cynthia lightly smacks his arm, and he shoots her a goofy smile.
I'm happy for her.
We all walk and talk, just enjoying each other’s company. My chest warms with love for them all.
Purge
I’m so in shock, I can’t decipher what I’m reading for several long moments. I was running some searches, looking for any activity from my father. While looking, an alert popped up on my screen.
I constantly have a program running to search for all our names, so if anything new develops, I'll know quickly.
Synn's name came up, along with Iskra’s. Her given name, at that.
I'm staring at a... marriage license. Signed, dated, and filed legally.
What the actual fuck?
Iskra wouldn’t have withheld that kind of bombshell from me. What the hell is going on?
I print out the document, snatching it hot from the printer.
I stalk out in search of Synn. This motherfucker better have a damn good explanation for this.
“What the fuck, man?” I yell loudly, where everyone seems to be together in the media room, hanging out.
I look around, and everyone is accounted for. Even Harris and Sam are there. Perfect.
My temper is too hot to hold back. I go right up to Synn, shoving him hard away from the pinball machine he’s playing.
“The fuck?” Synn says, pushing me back. “What’s your problem?”
“My problem?” I scream in his face, shaking the paper at him. “Does Iskra even know about this, asshole?”
