Page 351 of Psycho Gods

She looked like a sculpture of a princess.

She was stunning.

If you’d told me a few months ago that all three of us would be walking down the aisle together—her, Lothaire, and I—I would have said you were nuts.

Now it made sense.

During the wedding planning, Sadie had gone from maid of honor wearing white and walking me down the aisle to a bride herself. Mostly because she’d wanted to stand beside me for the entire ceremony and plan everything, so it was easier to also just make her a bride.

She took her role as bridezilla very seriously.

In fact, she’d had three mental breakdowns just yesterday because the swans weren’t cooperating and letting her walk them down the aisle on crystal leashes (truly shocking).

When she’d waded into the pond and tried to put the chain over their heads, she’d been shocked by how uncooperative the birds were.

After an hour of wrestling with the wildlife—and losing while everyone watched—she’d stomped out of the pond and called the swans “mean sluts who were going to die alone.”

At that point, the swans had taken offense to the slander. They’d removed themselves from the water and chased her across the field with flapping wings.

She’d cried because “the most special day of Aran’s life is now ruined.”

I’d patted her on the back and walked away because she was clearly projecting.

Now she, Jess, and Jala sobbed for different reasons.

Both of us were getting married—together.

It was just a formality, since both of us were already mated.

But it was fun to dress up.

It was fun to put on makeup and pretend that we were two country girls living a provincial non-violent life under the sun.

We were just two ordinary women committing to the loves of our lives. Nothing more, nothing less.

Jinx rolled her eyes as we walked past, and I blew her a kiss. Warren was draped over her shoulder as a ferret scarf, and I gave him the evil eye.

When we got to the end of the aisle, which was a towering ice sculpture covered in flowers that Sadie and I had handpicked, Lothaire took his seat and Sadie and I faced our men together. Four shifters stood in black tuxedos to the left, and my five mates stood to the right in dark-green tuxedos with gold accents (I had a fashion reputation to uphold).

Horse cawed as he took flight and spiraled above.

I laughed when I saw Luka and John wore skull earrings that matched the kings. John smirked and fingered the jewelry.

“Don’t scrape it with your nails,” Scorpius said as he wrapped a possessive hand around the back of John’s neck. “It’s a wedding gift, you’re supposed to cherish it.”

John smiled back at the blind king fondly.

My heart swelled.

I realized everyone was watching us expectantly, and I cleared my throat. “I promise to love you all forever,” I said to the men because we’d all agreed to keep it simple.

They smiled back at me and said the same.

I turned to indicate to Sadie that it was her turn to say vows, but Corvus grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him.

He pulled out a piece of paper with shaking hands.

“Aran,” he said, voice quivering as he began to read.

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