White Wedding Nightmares
Michelle Rowen
I glared at him. “That’s impossible.”
“Is it?” Lucien challenged.
“Mark loves me,” I said firmly. “Love at first sight like in the movies or in romance novels.” Then I added, “The erotic kind.”
“Oh really? Where did you meet him?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Humor me,” Lucien said, pushing me down firmer into the mattress so I could feel just about every inch of his lean, muscled body. “Humor all of us.”
“I find it difficult to humor anyone in this position with three men standing around.”
Lucien arched an eyebrow. “I’m not standing. And Drago’s not in man form right now. And Ulfric wears that kilt all the time that looks like a skirt, so is that really all that manly? The jury is out.”
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“You know what I mean, you jerk.”
“C’mon Raven,” Drago said. “Give Lucien a chance.”
“Give him a chance?” I repeated. “I thought you wanted me for yourself?”
“Oh sure,” Drago rolled his eyes sarcastically. “Everybody wants Raven. You’re sooo popular. You’re cute enough, sure, but I can take or leave you when it comes right down to it. Besides, you are married to Lucien already.”
“Not really!” I yelled. Damn that enchanted wine I’d had the night I’d exchanged vows with the vamp. Seemed like such a good idea at the time. But when I woke up the next morning, he wasn’t in his bedside coffin. He’d left me. I’d been broken-hearted for months afterward—not that I’d ever tell him that in a million years. “You all are crazy and I’m going to kick all of your asses whether you want my body or not.”
“Are you?” Lucien’s eyes narrowed. He brought his face down closer to mine. “When was the last time you slayed anything or used more than a fraction of your power?”
I blinked. “It’s been a while. Things have been quiet. Pleasantly quiet.”
“That’s not a specific answer.”
“Since before I met Mark. There’s been no need to tap into the skills.”
“And you didn’t answer my other question. Where and when did you meet loverboy?”
“The man of my dreams who I want to be with forever?” I said, wanting to twist the knife in a little bit and was more than pleased when I saw a flicker of pain go through his black eyes. There was a time Lucien had promised me “forever.”
It was the fact I was so tempted by this offer to spend forever with a devestatingly sexy vampire that I knew I had to escape, get away and forge a new life for myself.
Also him taking off to the other side of the world without even leaving a note helped a bit.
The jerk.
It really sucked that it still hurt to think about that. I’d forgotten all about the vamp and my past—or at least tried damn hard to—and then on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life he decided to barge back in like he had some sort of say in my plans for the future.
I wished he would look at me victoriously or smugly—like he had me exactly where he wanted me. Pinned to the bed and totally distracted by how good his body felt pressed against mine. How looking at his handsome face and mouth only made me remember what it had been like when he kissed me all over....
This was not helping.
“You want to know where I met Mark?” Maybe a little romantic story about the man I truly wanted to be married to would help break this spell and help give me the strength to push him off me even though all I really wanted to do was send Drago and Ulfric out of the room so me and Lucien could be alone and...
Okay. That was not helping either.
“Yes, tell me.” Lucien’s tempting mouth was disconcertingly only a couple inches from my own.
“I met him when I was...” I frowned. “He was...uh, and then we...”
My frown deepened.
“You don’t remember?”
“I...I’m not sure.”
“You’re not sure because he’s been messing with your memories and draining your powers the more time you spend with him. Mark is a powerful wizard masquerading as a human. Your entire relationship with him has been fabricated. It’s not real.”
“It is real,” I insisted, but a niggling sense of doubt swirled in my gut.
“You said that Mark loves you, but you never said if you love him. Do you love him, Raven?”
“This is kind of exciting,” Ulfric admitted, adjusting the hem of his kilt so it lay flat against his hairy knees.
I glared in his direction. Drago stood next to him and shrugged dragon shoulders.
“Maybe we should leave them alone,” the dragon suggested.
“And miss this?”
“That’s the general idea.” Drago turned toward the window. Small window. Big dragon. It took magic for him to get those wings to fit through.
I kind of missed having magic in my life.
Wait. No I didn’t. I loved my normal life with my normal boyfriend. Everything was perfect and Lucien and the gang were trying to ruin everything for me! I had to remember that.
“No,” I said suddenly. “Don’t leave.”
“Why?” Lucien asked, leaning closer so he could whisper in my ear. “Afraid to be alone with me?”
Yes. Absolutely. Bad things happened whenever I was alone with the vampire.
And by bad, I mean really, really good. In a bad way.
“I’m not afraid,” I said.
“Do you love Mark?” he asked again.
“I...” I swallowed. “Of course I...you know I...just let me up, will you?”
Lucien smiled. “I’ll take that as a no.”
Suddenly he stood up, a fluid effortless motion, and held his hand out to me. “Come, Raven. There is something you need to see. Something that will change everything for you. It’s what I went to Macedonia to retrieve. It’s where I’ve been for two years without being able to make contact with you. And it’ll prove everything I’m trying to tell you. And then you can decide for yourself what you want to do next...”
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