Page 335 of Black Reign

No chandeliers hanging from trees because some billionaire wedding planner decided nature required improvement.

Just grass.

Wildflowers.

The two old trees at the far end of the field.

A simple strip of white linen tied between them and moving gently in the wind.

A few white roses.

Lavender.

A small wooden table.

And an elderly priest waiting beneath the trees.

Two of Xavier's security men stand so far back near the stone wall that they almost disappear into the landscape.

That's it.

No guests.

No photographers.

No Blackwell board members.

No reporters.

No Royal Oaks boys making inappropriate comments.

No one who knows Ghost.

No one who knows Vesper.

Only us.

And—

I stop.

A dog is sitting beside the priest.

Scruffy.

Brown and white.

One ear up.

One ear folded.

No collar.

I look at Xavier.

He looks at the dog.

The dog looks at both of us.