Page 108 of Bound

I hear the room inhale. Not literally. Probably.

But that is how it feels.

Hundreds of candles. White roses that are definitely white. Gold light.

The ceiling is draped in sheer fabric.

A string quartet somewhere beyond the flowers.

And at the far end of the aisle, Lucian.

He stops breathing.

I know because I know him.

His shoulders lock. His hands curl at his sides. His jaw tightens. His eyes go black.

Mine.

Those eyes still say it.

But now I know what comes after.

Because you choose to be mine.

I start walking.

Cass comes before me.

Ryan walks ahead of her, holding the rings, his chin held high with pride.

He knows Bayne will be watching.

No one stands beside Lucian.

Too many good men surround him to choose a best one.

Blaze sits with Cleo beside him in the front row, and she’s already whispering for him to behave.

Bayne came from Scotland with his wife, Kitt, and enough of his clan in kilts to make me miss our time on the wee Scottish island.

Almost.

I reach the altar. Lucian takes my hand.

We just stare at one another, a silly grin on my face, a serious look on his.

The officiant begins. I hear almost none of it.

Marriage. Commitment. Choice.

Family.

Words float around us. The world floats around us.

Then it is Lucian’s turn.

The room goes quiet.