Page 116 of Black Reign

“Noted.”

Vale is openly laughing.

Kane rubs both hands down his face.

“This is my wedding.”

“We know,” Jalen says.

“I’m getting married in less than an hour.”

Vale checks his watch. “Closer to forty minutes.”

“Not helping.”

NULL flashes.

Drew stops.

A file appears.

Image.

He opens it.

His entire expression changes.

“Holy shit.”

The humor disappears.

He turns the device toward me.

The wedding arch fills the screen.

White roses.

Green vines.

The Pacific behind it.

Rows of chairs.

One florist still adjusting the left side.

I saw her walk there less than fifteen minutes ago.

This photograph was taken now.

My entire body goes cold.

I take the device.

Zoom.

No metadata.

No reflection.