Page 463 of Scars of Fate

She added whenever reasonably possible under her breath.

I decided we could negotiate later.

When the officiant pronounced us married, I kissed my wife.

Again.

This time, I knew what the word meant.

Not possession.

Not protection from every danger.

Partnership.

When the applause ended, Wynn touched my face.

“Are you happy?”

“Yes.”

“Even with all these guests?”

“Ask me after they leave.”

“Some are staying for three days.”

I stared at her.

She laughed.

“I’m kidding.”

“You’re a terrible person.”

“You married me.”

“Twice.”

Music began behind us.

Our friends moved toward the tables.

Ghost raised his glass from beneath the oak tree.

Boone attempted to dance and was immediately stopped by Wren.

Hawk watched the perimeter while pretending he wasn’t.

Adam held Raine close.

Lives Kane had once reduced to pressure points continued all around us.

Messy.

Fragile.

Unpredictable.