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“Then just shift the dates around.”
Mirielle hesitated. “Aren’t you forgetting about something? Or rather, someone?”
“Cyndella.”
She pursed her lips.
“I’ll talk to her.”
“You said that last time.”
“I’ll really talk to her.”
She raised a hand to stroke my cheek gently before brushing my hair out of my face. The rain began to pelt down on us now, hard enough that neither of us could ignore it.
“I don’t want to go into this marriage without Cyndella’s blessing,” she admitted. “It won’t feel right.”
I nodded. “You’re right. It won’t be right. We need to be united as a family. All of us.”
Relief crossed over her face, and I kissed her passionately as thunder rumbled overhead.
“We should probably get inside before we drown,” I mumbled.
“I kind of like it,” she told me, pulling me back toward her.
* * *
After I showeredand dressed in a pair of flannel pajamas, I left Mirielle reading in our bed and headed across the hall in my favorite slippers.
Alle answered the door when I knocked. “Alpha!”
“Is she awake, Alle?”
“Yes, she’s watching old home movies.” The maid sounded pained.
I entered the hallway and took a right into the sitting room where Cyndella curled on the faded pink settee she’d had since childhood. Sniffling, she pressed a tissue to her nose, the other hand on a remote control.
“What are you doing, Cyn?”
Her black bun swiveled toward me, surprise painting her face. “Zen!”
“Can I sit?”
She moved her tucked legs to allow me a spot, and I slid in beside her, taking part of the fluffy, gray blanket from over her legs.
“You remember this?” she asked, pointing at the screen. “My eighth birthday party.”
“Was that the one with the pony rides? Where the horses were pooping all over the place and Mother was pitching a fit?” I laughed.
“No, that was my ninth,” Cyndella snickered. “Eighth was the clown.”
“Oh, yes! The drunk! Father’s friend.”
“You do remember!” Cyndella laughed, nodding toward the screen again. “Look, he’s about to fall into the pond.”
I trained my eyes on the television and watched the sloppy, inebriated fae stumbling through the throng of partygoers until he fell headlong into the very pond that Mirielle and I had just made love in front of in the rain.
In unison, Cyndella and I started to howl, the children screaming in shock as the adults attempted to fish the clown out.
