Cass snorted and flopped back onto a couch. “I’m going to sleep now. Wake me if you need me. Or don’t. I don’t care either way.”
And he promptly started snoring.
Theron sighed and tossed a blanket over his son.
I wavered on my feet, leaning more heavily on my husband. If I could just speak, I would tell them they were all acting ridiculous. I was barely able to breathe, and I could see that.
Alaric’s grip on me tightened, and he growled, “I hear the sirens. Let’s get her outside. The fresh air might help her, anyway.” He glanced back over his shoulder as he walked me slowly through the room. “And bring that damn pizza with us, so they can test it. We need to know what kind of poison it is.”
I tapped on his chest with a shaking finger and pointed at Butch, unable to say what I needed to.
Alaric understood, though. He bent and pressed his mouth to my left ear, “Some of the CA soldiers will get him even drunker tonight. When he wakes up in the morning, he won’t remember what was real and what wasn’t.”
That was a relief.
My wedding day had been a fucking mess.
