White Wedding Nightmares
Jacquelyn Frank
Holy Hannah. It was Seth.
I rolled my eyes. Great, just what I needed.
“What is this?” I demanded, looking up at the ceiling as I called my higher power to task, “The wedding day of boyfriends past? Why me? Why is this happening to me?”
“Because, Raven,” Seth spoke, his voice so bold, and yet so soft like a music you wanted to listen to forever. “Because you are an exceptional woman who has captivated the hearts of many exceptional men. So much so that each of us is willing to drink that potion and give up our exceptionality just so we can spend what will remain of our existences with you.”
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I groaned, looking for a wall I could maybe hit my head against. As if he anticipated my desire, Lucien reached out and curled his hand around my biceps, his long fingers tangling in the lace of my dress.
My dress.
Some wedding day this had turned out to be. I had started out looking to get married to a normal man…and now I was surrounded by the bizarrely abnormal. That and half my family was passed out in the church aisles.
“My family!” I gasped out the realization. “If he’s what you say he is, he could hurt my family!”
“He is what we say he is and that was why Seth was late getting here. He watched over your family for you,” Lucien said, his free hand coming to touch my face so gently that I almost didn’t notice the coolness of his fingers. It made me remember how warm he could get right after a feed. It also reminded me how horny he could get too.
I cleared my throat and turned to Seth.
“Thank you for that,” I said, looking into his golden eyes for a long minute. As always I found them hypnotically, painfully beautiful. I leaned his way and Lucien resisted letting me go for an instant, then he released me with reluctance. I couldn’t help the way Seth made me feel, all my acerbic tendencies melting away and my fluffy bunny side rearing its pointy-eared head. It was an angel thing. Fallen or no, he made people want to hug trees and sing kumbaya; frolic barefoot in the grass at sunset. So I wrapped my arms around his strong neck and hugged him tightly for his help in protecting those who meant the most to me.
It wasn't until he flinched that I realized he was injured.
I jerked back and looked at him, trying to inspect him for damage. His white tunic which hung so provocatively on his well-muscled frame showed no signs of blood at all, but he was holding an arm close to his side on the right, letting his left hand hold his golden staff. Angels weren’t left-handed. It was one of those weird absolutes. I should have noticed it straight off, but I’d been too thrown by the whirlwind of men that wanted to marry me today.
“Turn,” I demanded of him, taking note of the way he was keeping his wings folded close to his body. He hesitated but I glared at him. “I don’t care if you make me feel like Ghandi, I will find a way to kick your ass. Now turn!”
Seth sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing I would make good on any threat I issued. They might have all been a major pain in my ass right at the moment, but all four of these males knew exactly what I was capable of. Unfortunately, they also knew what I wasn’t capable of.
Seth turned and showed me the rending scorch mark that had singed the edges of his beautiful white and gold feathers, piercing clean through as though he’d been speared by fire. A knotted lump formed in my throat and I struggled to swallow past it. I wanted to deny what I was seeing, wanted to tell myself that it wasn’t the kind of damage that came from a focused bolt of lightning. I tried not to remember that there were only two beings that could throw lightning; God and a sorcerer.
“Oh. My. God.” I went to sit down, not caring that there wasn’t a seat immediately beneath me. But somehow Drago moved fast enough to snag a chair and slide it under my backside before I would have hit the ground. I han't even seen him enter the cave. “It’s true,” I said, looking at each one of them blankly. “He’s a wizard! Mark is a…I almost married a…Holy crap I think I need to vomit.”
There were a lot of paranormal things in the world, some of them good, some of them not so good, but the one thing that was universally accepted was that wizards, or sorcerers if you preferred, were bad, bad news. That old adage about absolute power and all that? That was a wizard in a nutshell. I suddenly had a real bad case of the heebie jeebies and it made me shiver. All four men took a step forward to comfort me, and the absurdity of it made me giggle. Okay, so maybe there was a tinge of hysteria to it. They didn’t have to look so alarmed about it!
Lucien reached me first, and Drago coughed fire over my head…far enough not to singe my hair but close enough to shower me in warm air. I was impressed. I wondered when he’d learned that much control.
I looked at each of these masculine stepping stones of my dating history, but it was Lucien’s strong arms that folded around me. I closed my eyes as I felt his remarkable strength and the way he held it in constant check. Beneath all of his cultured veneer there was a savage hiding, I had seen it when we had fought side by side together. Especially when…
When I had been in danger. He’d gone absolutely ballistic if he thought for even a moment something was going to hurt me or if I was out of my league in a fight. He’d come down on my enemies with fangs flashing and snarls that chilled them to the bones. The shiver they had given me, however, had been very different.
I turned to address them all.
“I’ve made my decision.”
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