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"Still scary," Elfe insists.

"Good scary," I murmur, thinking about the phone call, about his voice commanding me from hundreds of miles away.

"Definitely good scary," Rhiannon agrees. "Now, who wants to hit the casino before our flight?"

"No!" We all shout in unison.

She pouts. "You're all boring. I'm telling Doran you were boring."

"Please do," I say. "Maybe he'll postpone the wedding."

"Not a chance," Greer says confidently. "That boy's been waiting for years. A nuclear bomb couldn't stop this wedding."

She's right. In one week, I'll be Revna Volkov. But tonight—this morning—I'm just a drunk girl in Vegas with my favorite people, pretending the real world doesn't exist.

"Come on," Dalla says, pulling me up. "Let's get some sleep before the flight. Something tells me Doran's going to want his bride back in one piece."

"Spoilsport," Rhiannon mutters, but she's smiling.

We stumble to our rooms, leaving a trail of shoes and bachelorette party debris.

As I fall into bed, my phone buzzes one more time.

Doran:

Sweet dreams, my drunk little wolf. Tomorrow you're mine again.

I smile into my pillow, still feeling the echo of my orgasm, still wet from his words alone. Yeah, tomorrow I'm his.

But tonight was mine.

And what a night it was.

CHAPTER TEN

Doran

She's the last one off the plane, sunglasses hiding what I know are hungover eyes, pulling a small carry-on behind her.

The other women stumble past—my sister practically being carried by Dalla, Revna's mother looking like she might die of embarrassment, Charm still wearing penis-shaped sunglasses.

"Never again, I’m so fucking tired," Everly mutters as she passes.

"Guess the preggers couldn’t keep up with the rest of us. You crashed out so early!" Rhiannon slurs, then notices me. "Brother! Your bride's a fucking champion. Out-drank everyone."

Who invites a pregnant woman to Vegas anyway?

Fuck it, not my problem.

"Good to know," I say, but my eyes are on Revna.

She approaches slowly, like she's not sure what version of me she's getting.

The last time we spoke, she was coming apart in a Vegas bathroom to my voice.

Now, in the harsh light of the airport, reality settles back in.

"Hi," she says simply.