The Arc nodded as he turned. Black shades concealed his otherworldly, fragmented blue eyes once again. “Yeah.”
“Hedori is a miracle worker. Thanks again for letting us have the wedding here.”
“We cannot be as we once were.” Michael frowned, tugging at his coat sleeves. “My warriors are finding their mates and soul-joining with humans. Adjustments have to be made. Besides, all the mortals here are under our protection—even Father Frank. I see no problem.”
Blaéz nodded. Since he’d mated Darci, the rules had been somewhat bent to allow for her family to know about them. And young Daniel had been rather curious about everyone. He’d have to speak to the lad, hopefully sometime in the future.
Voices drifted from the wooded tunnel. Reynner and his human mate walked in and made their way to the front. Blaéz had met the Empyrean the first time the couple had come to the castle. They’d crossed paths a time or two while on patrol since Reynner worked for Michael, too. The warrior would sure give Týr a run in the looks department.
“Arc. Blaéz.” Reynner crossed to them, his moon-pale hair gleaming beneath the lights. “You remember my mate, Eve?” He drew her closer. With her dark hair, dusky-gold skin, and slender build, the female appeared fragile, but clearly, Reynner was putty in her hands.
“Eve,” Michael greeted.
Blaéz inclined his head in welcome. “It’s good you both could come.”
“We wouldn’t have missed it for anything in the world,” she said, her warm smile reflected in her forest-green eyes. But Blaéz recognized the iron will etched there. She’d have to have one, mated to a dominant warrior like Reynner.
Quick footsteps echoed then Elytani burst inside, her gaze rushing to them. “Reyn?” she panted, sprinting down the aisle and she threw her arms around her brother. “When Darci told me she’d invited you and Eve, the hours dragged by.”
“It’s good to see you, Ely.” A smile softened the stern lines of Reynner features. “You look well.”
“I am.” She drew back, her eyes shiny with tears. “You have to visit me more often.”
“I’m sorry about that. Things have been a little hectic. But we will.”
“Good.” She pivoted to embrace Eve.
Reynner’s navy gaze cut to Michael. “She hasn’t gone out on patrol yet?”
Thathad been a sore point with the Empyrean. He hadn’t wanted his sister to become a Guardian, but obviously, Elytani had chosen otherwise.
“No…she hasn’t,” he said slowly. “But since Blaéz will be off duty for two weeks, tonight, she will, after the wedding. Elytani, you can pair with Týr or one of the others until further notice.”
“Really?” Elytani’s shocked gaze swiveled to him and then to Blaéz. She grinned. “Thank you for getting married.”
Amused, Blaéz nodded. “My pleasure.”
Reynner pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Just be careful, all right?”
“Stop worrying, Reyn, I’ll be fine.” She grasped Eve’s hand. “Come and see the adorable baby we have.”
Aethan strode into the room, his tux jacket unbuttoned.
Reynner smirked as his old friend drew near. “Nice…suit.”
“When a brother asks me to be his best man, it’s the least I can do, even after he tried to annihilate me during training today.” Those gunmetal eyes nailed Blaéz briefly.
“You’re still breathing,” Blaéz countered, sliding his hands into his pants pocket. Then said, “As if you would let anyone else partner with Echo.”
“You have a point there,” Aethan calmly agreed, buttoning his jacket. “Reyn, it’s been a while.” He clapped his friend on the back.
“It certainly has,” Reynner murmured, his attention on his mate, who carried the baby. “I thought the event was to set for five p.m.? Eve explained the procedure, and it’s almost time.”
Blaéz glanced back to the entrance as Dagan and Týr joined them. The latter’s grin was all teeth. Yeah, the fucker was up to no good.
“Celt, think Darci’s taken flight at the thought of having to see your ugly-ass face for eternity?”
And there it was. Blaéz couldn’t resist. He smiled, a bit evilly. “The moment my mate arrives with hertwobridesmaids, my fun starts.”
