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“What for?”
“For giving Declan the shop, even though you still hate him for what he’d done to Julie.”
“I felt his heart break,” I admitted. “That was enough for me to forgive him. He was hurting himself and will likely keep hating himself for what he’d done to her. This way, Julie’s shop keeps going and Declan will find his own place in the world.”
“Did you see how the delivery guy had looked at him?” Like I wouldn’t have noticed. The guy that delivered our pizzas had heart eyes for Declan. Hell, the poor guy walked into the back and found Declan crying his eyes out. I could feel how much it hurt the other guy seeing it. And from how comfortable he’d been walking into the private back room; it seemed it wasn’t the first time he’d delivered Declan a pizza.
“Let’s hope Declan orders many pizzas in the future,” I grinned.
“Well, now that we’re home again, maybe we should start the rest of our vacation? I’m sure I heard something about you being inside me for most of it?”
“Really? I don’t remember that part,” I teased.
“Oh, then I’ll just go bother Silver and tell him we’re back.” My soulmatch even dared wink at me as he headed back for the door. I quickly snatched him up, carrying him over my shoulder and throwing him on our couch. It really was perfect for us living like this. Each of us had our own “wings” with one bedroom, living room, two bathrooms, and a kitchen. It was like three apartments in one building, but still with one huge shared living room and kitchen.
“You aren’t leaving this room for the rest of the week, baby.”
“Promise,” he grinned.
“Oh, it’s not a promise, it’s a fact.”
Epilogue
Silver
A week later.
“This is the worst day ever!” I exclaimed, pacing back and forth in our living room. Wilston had the good grace to know he shouldn’t say anything right now. Yes, I might have been overreacting a tiny bit, but it was our time to show everyone we were indeed bonded, but the clothes I’d had specially made for the occasion? The light pink tight-fitting suit with silver vest, the one I had stood and modeledfor, for hours so it would fit me perfectly? That had unfortunately met its doom.
“He didn’t do it on purpose,” Wilston said, finally daring to voice his opinion. But it wasn’t him I was glaring daggers at, no those were firmly aimed at Mr. Fluffy Pants, aka our kitten. My poor suit had been too tempting for his tiny claws, and when I’d showered and done some light makeup, I’d walked into a massacre. To say my makeup had been ruined would be an understatement. I would definitely need to redo everything. I just had to figure out what the fuck to wear before that!
“I know he didn’t! But I also told you he wasn’t allowed in our bedroom. Look at my silk!” I held the ruined scraps up, daring him to say it wasfine.
He stilled my hands. “Let me get the others and work something out. We can make you a new suit with our magic, it just has to be from materials we can make.”
“I’m not wearing cotton to our wedding!” I gasped, clutching my new light pink pearls that,sigh, went perfectly with my suit.
He rolled his eyes, like I was dramatic or something. “Go fix your makeup and then we’ll fix your outfit.” That was easy for him to say.His white suit with a light pink vest was in perfect condition, not one scratch on it.Lucky bastard.
Wilston left and I did my best to fix my now black streaked cheeks. I winced; it didn’t look pretty. But with some eye drops the redness in my eyes would disappear, and I could easily redo my makeup.
Ten minutes later, I was glowing with no sign of my earlier mascara-streaked cheeks. I had on my lace panties and a robe around me. I knew the others didn’t care about seeing me in my panties, but it seemed like the day of my and Wilston’s ceremony would be in bad taste to show my goods off.
They were all waiting, looking handsome in their outfits, and here I was in a fucking robe. At least it was pink.
“We know what to make you,” Wilston said as soon as I neared them.
“Oh.” I knew by now not to be surprised at how quickly we all worked together, but surely my outfit would take more planning than ten minutes?
“Trust us,” Niam said, tugging on my arm so I stood in the middle. “Close your eyes. We’ll add your clothes under your robe and remove it when your bits are covered.”
I just nodded and closed my eyes. It wasn’t like whatever they made would be as good as the suit that was currently decorating our bedroom floor like confetti. But I was still glad I wouldn’t have to wear something from my closet.
They worked around me, and the fabric quickly settled around my body, then they removed my robe and continued working. I kept repeating inside my head that they were just helping and whatever I wore would be fine, no way was I rejecting their help. Xari might know, though, since I still hadn’t figured out how to shield my emotions from him. He was like a shark sniffing blood. Oh, why did I have to think about fucking sharks?! I still had bloody nightmares about them. So not the time, Silver!
“Sharks?” Xari asked knowingly. I sighed.
“Done!” Altair exclaimed happily. Maybe a little too happily… was this a prank I’d willingly agreed to? Would they dare do that to me on the day of our ceremony?