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“And what do you have planned for your soiree?” Ethan asked. “I’m guessing it won’t involve tea sipping and heavy reading.”
I pretended to adjust invisible glasses. “Well, we will be reading the Encyclopaedia Britannica aloud and watching Neil deGrasse Tyson videos on the YouTubes. We might also make time for macramé.”
“I’m sure,” Ethan said. “And as long as you’re back by dawn . . .”
“I will be.”
When his gaze settled on my lips, Lindsey cleared her throat, adjusted her willow branches to check her watch. “We’re leaving in exactly one hour,” she said, then pointed at me. “Prepare to get your groove on.”
Luc narrowed his gaze at her. “You said there wouldn’t be strippers.”
“There won’t be. A bachelorette can get her groove on without strippers. And, dare I say, she is entitled to do so the night before she signs up for an eternity of . . .” She glanced cautiously at Ethan. “Of what I’m sure will be faithful and obedient service.”
Ethan made a sound of doubt. “Faithful, yes. Obedient?” He gave me a considering glance. “Rarely.”
“I’m obedient when it counts.”
“And that is our cue to no longer be in this room,” Luc said. “Come on, Blondie.”
“An hour,” Lindsey repeated, stealing another look at me. They walked on, and Ethan and I continued to his office.
When we were alone, I slipped into his arms, savoring the steady sound of his heartbeat, the crisp smell of his cologne, the warmth of his body.
; “We’ll be in touch,” Ethan promised, and she knotted her fingers together, inclined her head toward him.
“Thank you so much.”
“You’re very welcome,” he said, and we watched as she headed toward the door.
But when I looked back at Ethan, his gaze was fixed on me.
Sentinel, he said through our telepathic connection, taking in the leather and steel of my ensemble. I like the look of you.
Good, I said. Because you’re marrying me tomorrow.
His smile was just a little bit wicked. So I am.
Malik and I walked toward him.
“Mrs. Bly?” Malik asked.
“She has a human nephew she’d like to consider joining the House. His parents are less than enthused, and she’d like us to talk to them.”
Malik smiled. “She wants us to sell them on the House.”
“Like we’re working on commission,” Ethan said with an answering smile, and glanced at me. “You’ll be leaving soon?”
Tonight was my bachelorette party, organized by Lindsey, a friend in the House and a guard, and Mallory, my oldest friend and maid of honor. Malik and Luc, Lindsey’s boyfriend, were in charge of Ethan’s bachelor party. I wasn’t sure what any of them had planned, and I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to know.
“In an hour.”
“Let’s go to my office,” Ethan said, nodding at Malik, and put a hand on my back, steering me through vampires and boxes and down the hallway.
“From head of security to wedding mule,” said a vampire with a mop of wavy curls, his arms roped with the effort of carrying an enormous box down the hall.
“I’m pretty sure mules complain less, Luc,” said the pale vampire with a swinging blond ponytail who followed him with a much lighter load—a bundle of long, spiraling branches.
“Sticks,” Luc said, setting his box carefully on the floor and offering us a crooked grin, his face framed by tousled blond hair. “Why do you need sticks for a wedding?”
