I’m pretty sure that I’m everything to him, too.
Just kidding, Iknowthat I am.
In the front seat sits Hands. Beside him is Lilly, Devlin’s grandmother. She smiles warmly at me. Hands gives me the okay sign, and I wink in return.
And then Dad delivers me to Devlin and he takes my hand, kissing it like a gentleman.
“Sorry,” he tells the priest, “I couldn’t wait for ‘man and wife’ to kiss her.”
The crowd laughs. I laugh. He’s just the most charming fellow. He knows it, too.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers.
“So do you.”
“Thank you. So. You ready to get married?”
“More than ready.”
As soon as we say, “I do,” a heaviness fills the air. Magic imbues my body from head to toe—the family’s magic. Two daughters down, five to go, and our power won’t be secure until each of us is wed.
But for now, we’re safe.
And then the ceremony is over. I’m being kissed and everyone’s dancing and celebrating.
My heart is so full that it could explode. Itmight. I don’t know.Maybe. Actually it better not. That sucker better keep on ticking for another hundred years. I want to suck every drop of life from this existence with my brand-new husband that I can.
After my family’s many congratulations and our guests shower us with so much love, the sun begins to set and fairy lights flare to life around us, suspended in the air by magic. A breeze moves through the trees, and Devlin eyes me from the other side of the makeshift dance floor, where he’s talking to Feylin. When Addison joins them, he excuses himself and approaches where I sit, basking in all the joy.
“Dance?”
I grin. “Aren’t you tired of dancing?”
“Not with you.” He extends his left hand that now sports a wedding band. “I’ll never get tired of dancing with you.”
I let him pull me to standing, and we move slowly, my cheek on his shoulder and Devlin holding me to him. He chuckles.
“What is it?”
He sighs happily. “I was just remembering that tango we did to make Storm jealous and how I was ready to rip your clothes off by the end of it.”
“You can rip my clothes off tonight.”
“It would be my pleasure, and I’m sorry to bring up Grayson.”
Storm is currently sitting in a cell, all his money unable to buy him out of the Castleview jail. That’s because Devlin has about as much money and can hire just as good of lawyers as Storm.
“You know, there’s one thing that bothers me,” I tell him.
“Now what could be bothering you on a night as perfect as this one?”
“I never found out what kind of supernatural Storm is.”
“What? You don’t know?”
I lift my head and study him. He is genuinely baffled that I have no clue. “No. Do you?”
He chuckles. “Of course I do.”
