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He surprises me by smiling. “You’re right. We should invite some of them to our wedding.”
I sit up so that I can face him. “You’re really okay with inviting dark fae to our wedding?”
Devin gently cups my chin with his hand gently. “I was wrong to ever hate the dark fae. Your species isn’t responsible for what their king does. Deep down, I’ve always known that. But it always felt more personal.”
“Because it was personal. My dad killed your parents.” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth as I look at him.
His face softens. “Your father may be a monster, but I can’t hate him. Not when he’s part of the reason you’re alive. You’re my reason for existing.”
My heart thumps faster.
Devin’s smile widens. “I love that I affect you like this. The sound of your heart racing makes me happier than I can even describe.”
I lean into his touch. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He leans forward and presses a short kiss to my lips. Too short, in my opinion.
I frown.
He chuckles. “I would keep kissing you, but somebody is about to knock on the front door. I think King Basilicus is stopping by for a visit.”
Now that he says it, I can feel the power. It nearly overwhelms me. How did I not notice it before?
Oh, right. I was distracted by my mate.
“Why is King Basilicus still on the island?” I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “I figured he would’ve left by now.”
Devin shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe he did, but he came back. The dragon king doesn’t live too far from here. It’s only about an hour plane ride or so.”
“Where does he live?”
“The Virgin Islands—St. Croix, I believe.”
St. Croix?
Of course the dragon king lives on an island in the Caribbean.
I groan. “Why can’t your pack live there instead of Alaska?”
Devin chuckles. “I told you, we can move wherever you want.”
I shake my head. “No. As nice as this weather is, I do want seasons.”
Alaska is going to be a great place for Devin and me to raise our family. Winters may be long and cold, but that will only make me appreciate summer that much more.
Devin grows quiet as he has a look of concentration on his face. I know he’s probably listening to whatever conversation is going on inside. He abruptly stands from the swing and holds out a hand to help me up.
“Come on,” he says.
Once he pulls me up, he puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me inside. When we walk in, I spot King Basilicus standing in the living room next to Damian. The two of them glance over at us as we walk in.
“Queen Hastings, just who I wanted to speak with.”
Queen?
It’s so weird hearing that.
“If it’s all the same, I prefer to be called Tori. Or, at the very least, maybe you can prematurely call me by Benson instead of Hastings,” I say.
