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Dustin looks at the tailor. “Same design. But as sashes.”
The man sighs. “Very well. I’ll create sashes for the... ladies.”
“Groomsmaids,” I correct, smiling.
Tandi groans. “Why does that work?”
“Because he’s the bride,” I say.
“But he’s Dustin.”
Azalea snickers. “Exactly.”
Tandi narrows her eyes at him. “When I get married, I’m making you wear a hot dog costume and you'll be forced to krump down the aisle.”
Dustin’s lips twitch. “I’ll do it, but can we renegotiate the krumping?”
We all burst out laughing.
Azalea leans against my shoulder, eyes gleaming. “I can’t believe we’re here. Buying suits. Planning weddings. Arguing over sashes.”
I look at Dustin—serious and guarded Dustin—who’s holding a blood-soaked apron like it’s part of his sacred wedding aesthetic.
“Yeah,” I murmur. “It’s a little surreal.”
“Oh, we should get the floral arrangements to match,” Dustin says and I arch a brow at him.
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Liam’s hands are shaking.
I’ve seen him rip a man’s throat out with those hands. I’ve seen him throw a dagger from thirty yards and hit the larynx dead center. I’ve seen those hands carry bodies, butcher meals, and steady others through grief.
But now?
He can’t do up a goddamn button.
“Are you sick?” Damian asks, brow furrowed as he watches Liam fumble at his shirt for the fifth time.
“No,” Kyson mutters, arms crossed near the window. “He’s sober.”
Damian blinks. “That… wait, he’s sober. As in, not a drop?”
“I don’t like it, either,” Kyson adds. “He’s more unhinged sober than drunk.”
“I don’t think he can get drunk anymore,” I say, watching Liam sigh and drop his hands in his lap, still in nothing but trousers and a half-buttoned shirt.
Liam scowls. “I was trying to do this sober. For Dustin.”
I snort. “He already knows you’re a drunk. And still, he loves you.”
Kyson walks over to the bar and pours a glass of whiskey. Not even an ounce of hesitation.
He hands it to Liam, who downs it in one swallow and lets out a slow breath.
“On second thought,” Liam says, “I may need that bottle.”
Damian sighs and grabs it without question.
