I nodded, happy to have valued and trusted family and friends who jumped at the chance to help. If they took care of the million and one decisions needed to make a wedding happen, I could focus on the crazy world-ending shit.
I was really doing this. Getting married to a man I loved and wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
“Have you chosen bridesmaids yet?” Rebecca asked.
No, but I assumed everyone knew. I nodded. “You, of course,” I said, making Rebecca beam. “Maggie and all my aunts. But I’d understand if they would prefer not to be a bridesmaid.”
Dayna clapped. “Perfect.”
Aunt Liz gave me a small smile. “I am happy to take whatever role you need, Cora.”
Actually, I needed something different from her. “I was hoping you would take the mother-of-the-bride role.”
Her eyes grew glassy, and she nodded as her bottom lip trembled. “I’d be honored.”
That was good. She could keep a lid on everything, stopping Rebecca and Dayna from turning it into a cathedral-level wedding where they invited half of America.
“I want it small and intimate,” I cautioned. “No big wedding. No random guests because it looks good. If Hudson or I have never met them, you shouldn’t invite them.”
“Got it,” Rebecca answered. “Is Abaddon walking you down the aisle?”
I squeezed my eyes closed. “Yup.”
“And Lucifer?” Liz asked with a twitch of her lips.
“Invited,” I confirmed.
“God?” Dayna said with an arch of her brow.
“Yes, He will need an invitation. It’s probably best not to piss off the Almighty through a nuptial slight.”
“Color scheme?” Rebecca asked.
“Not pink.”
“That’s it? Not pink?”
I nodded. “Anything else is okay.” I wanted to avoid the fluffy pink tulle. It wasn’t me.
“Great. We’ve got enough to get started,” Dayna said. “I mean, we already have most of it done, anyway.”
Of course they did.
The front door banged open, and Hudson and Dave stalked inside. Gone was my sex-crazed mate; in his place stood the alpha of all the shifters in America.Oh boy.
I leapt to my feet, my heart stuttering. “What’s wrong?”
Lucifer and Abaddon appeared out of thin air in the middle of the parlor.
This wasn’t good.
“It’s happening,” my father said.
“Turn on the TV,” Hudson growled.
Rebecca snatched the remote and clicked the TV on. A popular alien conspiracy documentary appeared. Nothing newthere. Unless they were actually revealing the existence of aliens. Alas, no.
Harry flew through the wall with wide eyes. Great, my ghostly sidekick was freaked out.
