I've never been more sure of anything in my life.
Shadow's smiling as I reach him, his hand reaching for mine.
"Hi," I whisper.
"Hi, darlin'." His voice is rough with emotion. "You look beautiful."
Cobra clears his throat dramatically. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today?—"
Someone in the back yells, "Thank you very much!"
The chapel dissolves into laughter.
And my wedding begins.
CHAPTER NINE
Shadow
I wake to Grace tracing her fingertips across my ribs.
The trailer is quiet except for Charlie's soft snoring from her bed on the floor, the cone still strapped around her neck.
Early morning light filters through the thin curtains, painting everything in shades of gold and orange.
"Morning," Grace murmurs, her finger following my torso.
"Morning, wife."
She grins, and I'll never get tired of seeing that.
The way her whole face lights up, the way her eyes soften. "Still not tired of saying that?"
"Never." I catch her hand, bring it to my lips. "Could say it a thousand times and it still wouldn't be enough."
"That's because you're obsessed with me."
"Damn right I am."
She laughs, and the sound fills the small space. This trailer isn't much—just a place for us to sleep while we're under Reapers Rejects protection. But right now, with Grace in my arms, it feels like everything.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, shattering the moment.
Text from Rogue:
Copperhead Kings are moving. They know you're in Vegas. Venom's furious about the marriage. Watch your back, brother.
The real world crashes in. Hard.
Grace sees my expression change, props herself up on one elbow. "What is it?"
"Rogue says Copperhead Kings know we're here."
All the color drains from her face. "How?"
"They probably followed us. Or paid someone to track us." I sit up, reaching for my shirt. "We need to talk to Damon."
Grace nods, but I can see the fear blooming in her eyes.
