Page 84 of The Devil's Wrath

Carefully, I lifted myself off him, wincing slightly at the soreness between my thighs. He watched me with concern as I padded to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I returned, he’d pulled on a pair of sweatpants, the waistband slung low on his hips.

I climbed back into bed and curled into his side. His arm came around me, tucking me securely against him. I traced idle patterns on his chest and let my fingers graze over the ink etched on his skin. My eyelids grew heavy, and I fought to stay awake, not wanting to miss a single moment with him. But he sensed my fatigue.

“Sleep, my love,” he kissed the top of my head. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Secure in his embrace and his promise, I let my eyes drift shut, succumbing to the pull of slumber, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

TWENTY-EIGHT

THEO

Tonight was Archer and Mila’s rehearsal dinner, and I was excited to finally introduce Wrenly to my brothers. Laurent helped me pick out the perfect dress for her, and he was currently doing her hair and makeup while I put on my suit. I smiled as I heard him fussing over how her skin was like porcelain and her eyes reminded him of being at a beach and watching a storm roll in. The water, tumultuous and gray, yet hints of blue and green danced beneath the surface, reflecting the sky’s hidden hues.

Of course Laurent was a fucking poet.

The sound of her laughter drifted from the bathroom, and I couldn’t help but smile again. She had a way of lighting up any space she was in, and I knew my brothers and their girls would adore her just as much as I did.

I adjusted my tie, wincing at the soreness in my muscles, compliments of the fight with Connor. I stepped out of the bedroom, my breath catching as I saw her. The deep gold dress hugged her curves perfectly, the shimmering fabric cascading elegantly to the floor, catching the light as she moved. Her hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and Laurent had expertly highlighted her striking eyes with a smoky shadow that made them appear even more mesmerizing.

Her eyes met mine, and a radiant smile graced her lips. “Well, don’t you clean up nicely. You almost can’t see the bruises all over your body,” she teased, her voice soft and melodic.

I grinned, stepping closer to take her hand in mine, and found myself momentarily speechless. “You look stunning,” I breathed, unable to tear my gaze away from her. I brought her hand to my lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

Laurent clapped, a satisfied smirk on his face. “My work here is done. You two lovebirds better get going, or you’ll be late for the dinner.”

Wrenly laughed and gave Laurent a quick hug. “Thank you, Laurent. You’re a true artist.”

I offered her my arm, and she took it gracefully as we headed toward the gardens, where the grounds had been turned into an ethereal wonderland. Twinkling lights were strung between the trees, glowing warmly over the carefully manicured hedges and fragrant flowers. The soft strains of music drifted through the air, mingling with the gentle murmur of the guests’ conversations. Standing gas fire pits were placed strategically near each table to help keep the chill out of the air. I couldn’t help but steal glances at Wrenly, marveling at how the golden hues of her dress seemed to blend in seamlessly with the surrounding ambiance. She looked like a Greek goddess.

Her hand tightened around my arm as we made our way down the path, her eyes wide with wonder. “It’s like something out of a fairy tale,” she said in awe.

“I would expect nothing less from Evelyn King,” I explained. “Archer’s mother is very excited that they’re getting married.”

I spotted Archer and Mila greeting their guests as we approached the gathering. Archer’s face lit up when he saw us, and he quickly made his way over, Mila following close behind.

“Wrenly, it’s wonderful to finally meet you,” Archer said warmly, taking her hand. “I’ve heard so much about you from this one,” he added, nodding in my direction with a playful grin.

Mila embraced Wrenly, her smile genuine and welcoming. “We’re so glad you could join us tonight. You look absolutely beautiful.”

Wrenly blushed, returning their smiles. “Thank you both so muchfor inviting me. Everything looks incredible. Congratulations on your engagement.”

As we mingled with the other guests, I felt proud to introduce Wrenly to my friends. My parents were out of town for the week, but Wrenly charmed everyone else with her quick wit and easy laughter, and I fell even more in love with her as the night progressed.

The dinner was lavish, with delectable courses and fine wine flowing freely. Toasts were made, and heartfelt speeches were given, each one celebrating the love and devotion Archer and Mila shared.

As the evening drew to a close, Archer pulled me aside, his eyes shining with happiness. “I’m so glad you found her again,” he said, clasping my shoulder. “She’s perfect for you, and I think Thomas and Margaret would be thrilled that their daughter chose you out of all of us. Margaret always was sweet on you.” He chuckled.

“That’s because I was the only one smart enough not to chase tail in front of them.”

“That you were.” He nodded, then his face grew more serious. “You’ve been through so much but never let it break you. Seeing you with Wrenly, after everything she’s been through, it just makes sense. It’s clear you’ve found your other half. Who would have thought we’d all be settling down?”

“I never thought I’d find someone who understands me so completely,” I confessed. “I didn’t think I deserved happiness.”

He shook his head, his expression earnest. “You’ve always been too hard on yourself. Embrace the gift you have. You know, in our line of business, each day is not promised.” I glanced over at Wrenly, who was at the bar, ordering us drinks. Archer followed my gaze. “Hold on to that feeling, brother. It’s worth fighting for every single day.” He squeezed my shoulder and returned to Mila, who was dancing with Cassian.

I snuck up behind Wrenly, wrapping my arms around her waist as I kissed her neck.

She leaned back into my embrace, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “Mmm, I was just thinking about you,” she said, turning in my arms to face me.

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