Page 70 of Marked By Myth

“No, wait,” I cried out. “They’re in church. How could you have said goodbye?”

“I said goodbye to the only two people who matter to me here,” he said, turning to face me, his eyes raising over my shoulder. I turned to see Missy standing there, her eyes red rimmed and puffy. When I turned back, he was gone. On his bike and roaring out of the compound gates without so much as a glance back at us.

Fang was gone.

Myth moved up beside me after a few moments. He had Fang’s kutte in his hands, and a tension in his back like I hadn’t seen in days. “He told the brothers before Church.”

“You should have spoken to him, Adrian, and now he’s gone.”

“He’ll be back,” he said, resolutely.

“What if he doesn’t come back?”

“He will,” Myth said, but he didn’t sound sure. He sounded hurt. I turned into his arms and let him hold me there. This was my fault. “Fang always comes back to his family.”

I wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince me or himself.

When we finally pulled back, I saw Missy had gone, and in her place, the boys were lined up on the porch.

“Time to party?” Menace called out.

“Party?”

“Yeah, baby. We’re renewing our vows tonight.”

I felt my lips lift up in a huge grin before Myth grabbed me and pulled me up into his arms. “Really?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. Now, Mrs. Henning, what do you say about being my ol’ lady…again?”

“Did I ever have a choice?”

“Hell no,” he ground out. “You’ve been mine since the moment your eyes met mine on that fine Thursday afternoon in detention.”

“You’re such a romantic.”

“Don’t tell anyone…or I’ll have to kill him.”

“You’re such a bastard,” I laughed at him.

“You bet I am. A royal bastard.”

I rolled my eyes at him, my eyes finding the road that Fang had disappeared down. For now, I would renew my vows with my husband, and we’d get back to how things should have always been.

And Fang could deal with whatever demons he needed to.

He’d be back.

One day. We would return home. I had to have faith in that, just like I had faith in my husband.

No one could break us apart.

No one.

He was my royal bastard, and I was his ol’ lady.

And we have fifteen long years to make up for.