Veradil laughed. “I think it is wise at this point.”
Hever sent Dex a message and got a laughing emoji followed by the notice that she was on her way.
The knock on the door happened a second later, and the housekeeper returned to them with wide eyes. “Miss, a Miss Dex to see you.”
“Bring her in.”
Dex walked in, and Hever blinked. Kenovar scrambled to his feet and charged up his hands. Dex snorted. “Oh, please. I am here as Hever and Krix’s wedding planner. I am not starting anything.” She gave Kenovar a calm look. “Nor am I finishing them tonight.”
Kenovar looked to Hever. “You know this person?”
“She’s my new assistant. She’s great. I am guessing you know her?”
“I know her kind. They are dangerous.”
Dex smiled. “If I say my name is Dexandra Sion, will that calm your tits?”
Nautilus was grinning. “She’s a shunned Rhodian. If she meets any of her kind, they have to destroy her.”
“Well, they have to try. No one has managed yet.” She lifted her tablet. “Now, as to the wedding. Do we have an estimated guest count? I was spit-balling four hundred, but—”
Kenovar asked, “You are truly Sion?”
“Yup. Twelve years now.”
“Why?” He blurted.
Dex sighed and looked at him. “Since this won’t progress without the chat, I defended my father against my mother and gave him time to escape. He had been coming to get me away, but she caught him. She was going to kill him, so I got him away and let him return to the shadows, while I fought my mother.”
“Your mother is?”
“Dorix. Chief of the Rhodians. I am her only daughter and greatest disappointment, and one of my brothers is a florist, so you can see how far I have fallen.” She grinned.
Hever had to know. “Why did Kenovar ask if you had a sword?”
“Oh, if you see a Rhodian’s blade, they are going to use it.”
Krix frowned. “Are you safe to be around Hever?”
“No one safer. I am not bound by blood nor honour. I have a service contract with Aksalla, but that’s it. No one has a claim to my blade.”
Hever nodded and looked around. “Right. Now, how many does each of you want to invite? Dex guessed at four hundred, but I know we are missing someone.”
Xelia put her hand on her husband’s and said, “If you are counting, we have fifty direct relatives, some children, with about sixty from my husband’s association.”
Dex nodded and got to the seriousness of friends and relatives who were not in Sethir.
Hever grinned at Krix, and he looked relaxed. “Looks like things are in good hands.”
He sighed. “Dex is impressive.”
“Keep eating, you are going to need your strength. Her face is telling me that we are going to be going through all of the bulk details tonight so she can get invitations ready.”
Dex nodded, “And we are going to schedule food tastings. If everyone here wants to participate, that is fine. In this timeline, things are going to be pricey, but it can be managed.”
Veradil smiled. “I’ve got this.”
“Mom. I have money.”