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"Of course." I feel tears prick my eyes. "Who else would I choose?"

"Good. Because I already have ideas for the bachelorette party."

"Nothing too crazy?—"

"Oh, it's going to be crazy. If you're marrying into the Bratva, we're going out with style." She grins wickedly. "Rhiannon already texted me about coordinating."

"When did she get your number?"

"When you were getting dressed yesterday. She's very efficient." Dalla shows me her phone. "We have a group chat. Your future mother-in-law is in it too."

"Oh Gods."

"Oh yes. We're planning the most epic bachelorette party in criminal history. Elfe's in charge of the playlist. Everly's handling transportation. Our mom is... well, she's trying to help."

"Please don't let them go overboard."

"Too late. Rhiannon already mentioned something about a private jet to Vegas."

"I'm going to regret this."

"Probably. But it'll be fun." She yawns suddenly. "Shit, what time is it?"

"Almost midnight."

"I have rounds at six." She groans. "I should probably shower and attempt to sleep."

"Go. I'll clean up."

She hugs me tight before heading to the bathroom. "Love you, Rev. Even if you are marrying a stalker."

"Love you too. Even if you are planning to torture me at my bachelorette party."

I clean up the pizza boxes and wine glasses, moving quietly, thinking about everything going on in my fucking crazy life.

This apartment has been our sanctuary for two years—our first real taste of independence.

The kitchen where we've had countless midnight snacks, the living room where we've cried over boys and exams, the tiny balcony where we've watched sunrises after all-nighters.

Soon I'll be living somewhere else, somewhere Doran chooses, somewhere bulletproof and surveilled.

But Dalla will still be by my side.

That's something.

My phone buzzes again as I'm getting ready for bed.

Doran:

Lock your windows

Me:

Already did

Doran:

Good girl