"You've been together what, a week?" "
Yes."
"Grace—"
"I know what I'm doing, Shiver." My voice is firm. "I'm sure. I need you to trust me on this."
I hear him exhale. "You love him?"
"Yes."
"And he loves you?"
I look at Shadow, at the way his hand is resting on my thigh, steady and sure. "Yes."
"Then okay." Shiver's voice softens. "Okay. We'll make it happen. I know a guy who can officiate. And Grace?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad you're coming here. Glad you're finally choosing something for yourself."
Tears burn my eyes. "Thanks, Shiv."
"See you soon, little sister."
I hang up, and Shadow squeezes my leg. "He okay with it?"
"He's protective. But yeah. He's okay with it."
"Good. Because I'm marrying you with or without his blessing, but I'd prefer with."
I laugh. "Noted."
Banshee leans forward from the backseat. "So, what's the plan? Get to Vegas, find a chapel, get hitched?"
"Pretty much," Shadow says.
"You need an officiant. Someone who can actually legally marry you."
Shadow's quiet for a moment, thinking. "We'll figure it out when we get there."
But I'm already worrying about the details. "Shiver said he knows someone who can marry us. We need a marriage license. Both our IDs. And what about?—"
"Grace." Shadow's voice is calm. "One thing at a time. We'll handle it."
I nod, trying to breathe.
Trying not to panic about the fact that I'm driving to Vegas to get married in less than twelve hours.
This is insane.
This is the craziest thing I've ever done, and I've never been more sure of anything in my life.
We stop for gas and food somewhere in New Mexico.
A tiny truck stop in the middle of nowhere, fluorescent lights harsh against the dark sky.
Shadow won't let me go in alone.
