“Nice to meet you.” Iseult’s features gleam with mischief as she folds her arms loosely. “Looks like all we have left now is Anton.”
As if she summoned him with the comment, Anton strolls past us at that exact moment, a drink in one hand and his usual faint scowl in place.
“I will never get married,” he says flatly, not even slowing down.
Iseult bursts out laughing. “Felt.”
Gio stares at her in mock horror. “What the fuck does that mean?”
She loops an arm around him. “It means I love you very much.”
She kisses his cheek, then throws me a wink.
“That’s my wife.” Gio pulls her in and kisses her, and she pretends to fight him for all of two seconds before melting into it.
Okay, they’re cute.
When the next group heads our way, there are so many of them, I almost lose track.
“That’s Iseult’s family,” Kirill whispers.
The first man to step forward is tall and serious, with the kind of presence that makes people instinctively get out of his way.
“Tynan Quinn,” he says, shaking my hand. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
Beside him is a beautiful woman with long black hair falling smoothly over her shoulders, her bright blue eyes warm. “Elara. It’s a pleasure. And your dress, wow.”
“Thanks. I love yours too.” My attention drops to her emerald silk gown, the diamond earrings at her ears glistening.
Another couple steps up right after them.
“I’m Eriu,” the woman says with a friendly grin, gesturing to the man beside her. “And this is my husband, Devlin.”
Before I can fully take in those names, another pair moves in.
“Fionn Quinn.” The man gives a brief nod, his hand resting at the back of the woman next to him. “And this is my beautiful wife, Amara.”
I keep shaking hands, doing my best to keep up with all the introductions, and the strangest part of all is how normal they seem. If someone walked into this party without knowing who these people were, they’d probably never guess how dangerous they really are.
Finally, the last couple makes their way over.
“Cillian Quinn.” He offers me his hand before gesturing to the woman beside him. “And my wife, Dinara.”
Her eyes immediately land on Kirill, and her grin turns playful. “Well, this is unexpected. My cousin getting married.”
“Careful,” he says dryly. “You don’t want me trigger-happy at my own wedding.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Her lips quirk. “Unless you want my husband to get pissy.”
Kirill laughs, then pulls her into a quick hug. “I’ve missed you. How are you?”
“Okay.” She shrugs before her gaze bounces between us. “Iamvery happy for you. You deserve it. So does Lev.”
He tightens his arm around me as we all talk for a few minutes before they go get something to eat. But just as I start to relax, another group makes their way to us from the far side of the garden.
And this time, I recognize them immediately: the Whitlocks. Jace leads the way, with Thora beside him and Greer not far behind.
