Jace spread his arms. “Surprise.”
“Jace,” Drew said slowly.
“Before you threaten me, your bride deserves witnesses. Also, the group chat funded the flights.”
Lana waved. “And I brought emergency lashes.”
“I already have lashes,” I said.
“I know. I’m emotionally prepared anyway.”
Stella lifted one hand. “For the record, this is insane.”
Tristan stood beside her, looking amused and resigned. “But on brand.”
Drew pointed at Jace. “I’m killing you after I get married.”
“Beautiful,” Jace said, wiping an imaginary tear. “His last words as a single man are about murdering me. Brotherhood.”
Vampire Elvis clapped his hands. “All right, bloodsuckers and beloveds, places.”
And somehow, that was how I ended up standing beneath a fake gothic arch in a Vegas chapel on Halloween, holding black roses, wearing a short white dress with cowboy boots, while Drew Travers looked at me like I had personally rewritten his entire life in neon.
The music started.
Not a wedding march.
No.
Of course not.
An organ version of“Can’t Help Falling in Love.”
Drew’s eyes widened.
I leaned toward him. “Did you request this?”
“No.”
We both looked at Jace.
He gave us a thumbs-up.
I mouthed,‘I hate you.’
He mouthed, ‘You’re welcome.’
Vampire Elvis began the ceremony with several lines about eternal love, midnight vows, and not biting unless invited. I honestly heard none of it. Drew’s hand was wrapped around mine, his thumb moving slowly over my bracelet, his ring warm against my skin.
No midnight.
You don’t need luck.
The whole story of us, sitting between our hands.
Then Vampire Elvis looked at us over the top of his sunglasses.
“I’m told the couple prepared their own vows.”
