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He smiled wickedly, kissed me back. “Good evening, wife.”
I plucked up a croissant, tore off the pointy end. “Did the mayor really summon us?”
“She did, as well as your grandfather. We’re all to be at her office as soon as possible.”
The croissant was good, but the thought of dealing with drama again made my mouth dry. Launching myself into a fight? Not altogether unenjoyable. Dealing with a mayor who tended to believe the worst of us? Not as much fun.
“We should have invited her to the wedding,” I said, crossing my legs and picking off another bite.
Ethan chuckled. “We did. Didn’t you see her?”
“No.” I grinned at him. “I only have eyes for you.”
“Mmm-hmm. And carbs.”
“Is she planning to blame us for what happened last night? I don’t see how she could. We kept the situation from getting worse.” I pointed to the Tribune folded beside the food, which featured a shot of Ethan and me in torn wedding clothes, hands linked and staring at the desolation. VAMPIRES STOP RAGING HUMANS was the headline. It was, by far, one of the better headlines we’d seen. Maybe the city was finally beginning to see us as soldiers, rather than perpetrators.
Ethan’s gaze slid across the room, to the stained and torn heap of white silk and lace on the floor. “Until we take that to Helen.”
“She’s probably seen the Tribune,” I said. “I suspect she already knows.”
“And will undoubtedly be stewing about it until we return to the House.” Ethan stood up, the bottom half of his outrageous body framed perfectly by draped silk. “Eat your breakfast and get dressed, and let’s get this over with.”
I’d do both. But since it was still technically my honeymoon, I put an arm around his waist, tugged him back to the bed.
The mayor and the croissant could wait a little while longer.
• • •
We dressed and traveled through the lobby of our beautiful hotel, stopping when it seemed everyone else was pressed against the lobby windows or walking around outside.
; And later, after love had been shown and proven and we’d wrestled our own demons, as dawn had begun grappling at the horizon with her rose fingers, we were on the bed in clean pajamas, a room service spread between us, and bottles of Blood4You and Veuve Clicquot on ice nearby.
“I understand the food at the reception was divine,” Ethan said, stretched on the bed beside me, scooping caviar onto a toast point. “Not that we had time to enjoy it.”
Not being a fan of fish eggs, I scooped guacamole with a blue corn chip. “No, and I am starving. A wedding and mass mob will do that to a vampire.”
“So I hear. I noticed Jonah and Margot dancing.”
I nodded. “I’m trying to hook them up. I think they’d work well together.”
He glanced up at me. “In my experience, playing matchmaker often backfires.”
I snorted. “When did you last play matchmaker?”
“Juliet and Morgan.”
I stared at him, chip halfway to my mouth, then lowered it again. “You tried to set up Juliet and Morgan.” Morgan was finally coming into his own as Master of Navarre House, but even still, I couldn’t see him with our pixie guard and fearsome fighter.
“‘Tried’ being the operative word,” Ethan said. “It didn’t take.” His voice was flat.
“Well, of course not.” I frowned, trying to imagine sly Juliet with the previously passive-aggressive Morgan. “Oil and water.”
“I don’t see why they should be. They’re both senior staff, in a manner of speaking. They’re both witty and intelligent people, Morgan more so now that he’s stepped out of Celina’s shadow.”
“Wrong personalities. Wrong chemistry.”
“There are some who’d say the same thing about us.”
