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“Not at all.”
“Okay, good. I wanted to look nice for our big day.” He glanced down at his shirt. “The bow tie’s probably too much. I should take it off.”
“Don’t you dare.” I grabbed his hand to stop him. “I’ll take it off later. With my teeth.”
“Guess it’s a good thing it’s a clip-on, then.” He unclipped it to show me before putting it back in place.
I laughed.
“You look amazing too,” he said, his brown eyes darkening a bit. “Smokin’ hot is more like it. Ray can’t have this back. You’re gonna wear it every day now.”
My wardrobe mainly consisted of simple tees and jeans. Even my button-up shirts were basic. So Raiden had lent me a casual dark gray suit. It wasn’t anything too flashy but definitely nicer than anything I had.
“Every day? How about just on dates?”
“You’re gonna take me on dates?”
“Sure. I’d love to kick your cute ass at laser tag.”
His nose crinkled with a smile. “You do remember I can see really well in the dark, right? You have no chance.” He held out his hand. “Shall we?”
I took it. “Should we be together right now? Isn’t that against the rules?”
“I don’t follow the rules.” There was a bounce in step as we left the guest bedroom and walked down the hall, hand in hand. “It’s our wedding day. We can do what we want.”
“Think you’ll be able to stay awake for it?” I teased.
He bit at my bicep, and I jerked away from him with another laugh. God. I never thought I’d be so happy. My smile didn’t falter as we descended the stairs and joined the others outside.
Chairs had been placed in rows on each side of the makeshift aisle. The Nephilim brothers, their mates, Clara, and the ice dragons would be the witnesses to the ceremony. The twins caught my eye. They were holding hands, and Ivan had his head on Efrem’s shoulder. Efrem kissed his twin’s hair before looking ahead.
Alastair stood in front of the altar and filled a silver goblet with a dark red liquid.
“Blood?” I asked.
“Nope. That’s wine,” Gray answered as we reached the altar. “It’s infused with binding magic.”
“Ready to begin?” Alastair asked.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
Gray beamed up at me. “Yep. We’re ready.”
“Good.” Alastair then started speaking in another language. Not one I recognized.
“Ancient Greek,” Gray whispered before I could ask.
“What’s he saying?”
“It’s a type of spell used to bind two souls. It only works with mates.”
Alastair paused. “Are you two quite finished, or may I continue?”
“Oops.” Gray puffed out his cheeks. “He’s using his daddy voice again.”
Castor laughed from the first row.
After expelling a breath—probably to keep from strangling everyone—Alastair continued. As he spoke, the liquid started to slowly swirl in the goblet. With the last word, it glowed a brighter shade of red before fading.
